ben-hur-第43章
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re； the new…comer； though fresh from Rome； was amazed at the magnificence of the avenue。 On the right and left there were palaces； and between them extended indefinitely double colonnades of marble； leaving separate ways for footmen； beasts； and chariots； the whole under shade； and cooled by fountains of incessant flow。
Ben…Hur was not in mood to enjoy the spectacle。 The story of Simonides haunted him。 Arrived at the Omphalusa monument of four arches wide as the streets； superbly illustrated； and erected to himself by Epiphanes； the eighth of the Seleucidaehe suddenly changed his mind。
〃I will not go to the citadel to…night；〃 he said to the porters。 〃Take me to the khan nearest the bridge on the road to Seleucia。〃
The party faced about； and in good time he was deposited in a public house of primitive but ample construction； within stone's…throw of the bridge under which old Simonides had his quarters。 He lay upon the house…top through the night。 In his inner mind lived the thought； 〃Nownow I will hear of homeand motherand the dear little Tirzah。 If they are on earth； I will find them。〃
CHAPTER III
Next day early； to the neglect of the city； Ben…Hur sought the house of Simonides。 Through an embattled gateway he passed to a continuity of wharves； thence up the river midst a busy press； to the Seleucian Bridge； under which he paused to take in the scene。
There； directly under the bridge； was the merchant's house； a mass of gray stone； unhewn； referable to no style； looking； as the voyager had described it； like a buttress of the wall against which it leaned。 Two immense doors in front communicated with the wharf。 Some holes near the top； heavily barred； served as windows。 Weeds waved from the crevices； and in places black moss splotched the otherwise bald stones。
The doors were open。 Through one of them business went in； through the other it came out； and there was hurry； hurry in all its movements。
On the wharf there were piles of goods in every kind of package； and groups of slaves； stripped to the waist； going about in the abandon of labor。
Below the bridge lay a fleet of galleys； some loading； others unloading。 A yellow flag blew out from each masthead。 From fleet and wharf； and from ship to ship； the bondmen of traffic passed in clamorous counter…currents。
Above the bridge； across the river； a wall rose from the water's edge； over which towered the fanciful cornices and turrets of an imperial palace； covering every foot of the island spoken of in the Hebrew's description。 But； with all its suggestions； Ben…Hur scarcely noticed it。 Now； at last； he thought to hear of his peoplethis； certainly； if Simonides had indeed been his father's slave。 But would the man acknowledge the relation？ That would be to give up his riches and the sovereignty of trade so royally witnessed on the wharf and river。 And what was of still greater consequence to the merchant； it would be to forego his career in the midst of amazing success； and yield himself voluntarily once more a slave。 Simple thought of the demand seemed a monstrous audacity。 Stripped of diplomatic address； it was to say； You are my slave； give me all you have； andyourself。
Yet Ben…Hur derived strength for the interview from faith in his rights and the hope uppermost in his heart。 If the story to which he was yielding were true； Simonides belonged to him； with all he had。 For the wealth； be it said in justice； he cared nothing。 When he started to the door determined in mind； it was with a promise to himself〃Let him tell me of mother and Tirzah； and I will give him his freedom without account。〃
He passed boldly into the house。
The interior was that of a vast depot where； in ordered spaces； and under careful arrangement； goods of every kind were heaped and pent。 Though the light was murky and the air stifling； men moved about briskly； and in places he saw workmen with saws and hammers making packages for shipments。 Down a path between the piles he walked slowly； wondering if the man of whose genius there were here such abounding proofs could have been his father's slave？ If so； to what class had he belonged？ If a Jew； was he the son of a servant？ Or was he a debtor or a debtor's son？ Or had he been sentenced and sold for theft？ These thoughts； as they passed； in nowise disturbed the growing respect for the merchant of which he was each instant more and more conscious。 A peculiarity of our admiration for another is that it is always looking for circumstances to justify itself。
At length a man approached and spoke to him。
〃What would you have？〃
〃I would see Simonides； the merchant。〃
〃Will you come this way？〃
By a number of paths left in the stowage； they finally came to a flight of steps； ascending which； he found himself on the roof of the depot； and in front of a structure which cannot be better described than as a lesser stone house built upon another； invisible from the landing below； and out west of the bridge under the open sky。 The roof； hemmed in by a low wall； seemed like a terrace； which； to his astonishment； was brilliant with flowers； in the rich surrounding； the house sat squat； a plain square block； unbroken except by a doorway in front。 A dustless path led to the door； through a bordering of shrubs of Persian rose in perfect bloom。 Breathing a sweet attar…perfume； he followed the guide。
At the end of a darkened passage within； they stopped before a curtain half parted。 The man called out；
〃A stranger to see the master。〃
A clear voice replied； 〃In God's name； let him enter。〃
A Roman might have called the apartment into which the visitor was ushered his atrium。 The walls were paneled； each panel was comparted like a modern office…desk； and each compartment crowded with labelled folios all filemot with age and use。 Between the panels； and above and below them； were borders of wood once white； now tinted like cream； and carved with marvellous intricacy of design。 Above a cornice of gilded balls； the ceiling rose in pavilion style until it broke into a shallow dome set with hundreds of panes of violet mica； permitting a flood of light deliciously reposeful。 The floor was carpeted with gray rugs so thick that an invading foot fell half buried and soundless。
In the midlight of the room were two personsa man resting in a chair high…backed； broad…armed； and lined with pliant cushions； and at his left； leaning against the back of the chair； a girl well forward into womanhood。 At sight of them Ben…Hur felt the blood redden his forehead； bowing； as much to recover himself as in respect； he lost the lifting of the hands； and the shiver and shrink with which the sitter caught sight of himan emotion as swift to go as it had been to come。 When he raised his eyes the two were in the same position； except the girl's hand had fallen and was resting lightly upon the elder's shoulder； both of them were regarding him fixedly。
〃If you are Simonides； the merchant； and a Jew〃Ben…Hur stopped an instant〃then the peace of the God of our father Abraham upon you andyours。〃
The last word was addressed to the girl。
〃I am the Simonides of whom you speak； by birthright a Jew；〃 the man made answer； in a voice singularly clear。 〃I am Simonides； and a Jew； and I return you your salutation； with prayer to know who calls upon me。〃
Ben…Hur looked as he listened； and where the figure of the man should have been in healthful roundness； there was only a formless heap sunk in the depths of the cushions； and covered by a quilted robe of sombre silk。 Over the heap shone a head royally proportionedthe ideal head of a statesman and conquerora head broad of base and domelike in front； such as Angelo would have modelled for Caesar。 White hair dropped in thin locks over the white brows； deepening the blackness of the eyes shining through them like sullen lights。 The face was bloodless； and much puffed with folds； especially under the chin。 In other words； the head and face were those of a man who might move the world more readily than the world could move hima man to be twice twelve times tortured into the shapeless cripple he was； without a groan； much less a confession； a man to yield his life； but never a purpose or a point； a man born
