ben-hur-第93章
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reflect。
All too plainly he was a prisoner； but for what purpose？ and by whom？
If the work were Messala's！ He sat up； looked about； and smiled defiantly。 There were weapons in every table。 But birds had been starved in golden cages； not so would hethe couches would serve him as battering…rams； and he was strong； and there was such increase of might in rage and despair！
Messala himself could not come。 He would never walk again； he was a cripple like Simonides； still he could move others。 And where were there not others to be moved by him？ Ben…Hur arose； and tried the doors again。 Once he called out； the room echoed so that he was startled。 With such calmness as he could assume； he made up his mind to wait a time before attempting to break a way out。
In such a situation the mind has its ebb and flow of disquiet； with intervals of peace between。 At lengthhow long； though； he could not have saidhe came to the conclusion that the affair was an accident or mistake。 The palace certainly belonged to somebody； it must have care and keeping： and the keeper would come； the evening or the night would bring him。 Patience！
So concluding； he waited。
Half an hour passeda much longer period to Ben…Hurwhen the door which had admitted him opened and closed noiselessly as before； and without attracting his attention。
The moment of the occurrence he was sitting at the farther end of the room。 A footstep startled him。
〃At last she has come！〃 he thought； with a throb of relief and pleasure； and arose。
The step was heavy； and accompanied with the gride and clang of coarse sandals。 The gilded pillars were between him and the door； he advanced quietly； and leaned against one of them。 Presently he heard voicesthe voices of menone of them rough and guttural。 What was said he could not understand； as the language was not of the East or South of Europe。
After a general survey of the room； the strangers crossed to their left； and were brought into Ben…Hur's viewtwo men； one very stout； both tall； and both in short tunics。 They had not the air of masters of the house or domestics。 Everything they saw appeared wonderful to them； everything they stopped to examine they touched。 They were vulgarians。 The atrium seemed profaned by their presence。 At the same time； their leisurely manner and the assurance with which they proceeded pointed to some right or business； if business； with whom？
With much jargon they sauntered this way and that； all the time gradually approaching the pillar by which Ben…Hur was standing。 Off a little way； where a slanted gleam of the sun fell with a glare upon the mosaic of the floor； there was a statue which attracted their notice。 In examining it； they stopped in the light。
The mystery surrounding his own presence in the palace tended； as we have seen； to make Ben…Hur nervous； so now； when in the tall stout stranger he recognized the Northman whom he had known in Rome； and seen crowned only the day before in the Circus as the winning pugilist； when he saw the man's face； scarred with the wounds of many battles； and imbruted by ferocious passions； when he surveyed the fellow's naked limbs； very marvels of exercise and training； and his shoulders of Herculean breadth； a thought of personal danger started a chill along every vein。 A sure instinct warned him that the opportunity for murder was too perfect to have come by chance； and here now were the myrmidons； and their business was with him。 He turned an anxious eye upon the Northman's comradeyoung； black…eyed； black…haired； and altogether Jewish in appearance； he observed； also； that both the men were in costume exactly such as professionals of their class were in the habit of wearing in the arena。 Putting the several circumstances together； Ben…Hur could not be longer in doubt： he had been lured into the palace with design。 Out of reach of aid； in this splendid privacy； he was to die！
At a loss what to do； he gazed from man to man； while there was enacted within him that miracle of mind by which life is passed before us in awful detail； to be looked at by ourselves as if it were another's； and from the evolvement； from a hidden depth； cast up； as it were； by a hidden hand； he was given to see that he had entered upon a new life； different from the old one in this： whereas； in that； he had been the victim of violences done to him； henceforth he was to be the aggressor。 Only yesterday he had found his first victim！ To the purely Christian nature the presentation would have brought the weakness of remorse。 Not so with Ben…Hur； his spirit had its emotions from the teachings of the first lawgiver； not the last and greatest one。 He had dealt punishment； not wrong； to Messala。 By permission of the Lord； he had triumphed； and he derived faith from the circumstancefaith the source of all rational strength； especially strength in peril。
Nor did the influence stop there。 The new life was made appear to him a mission just begun； and holy as the King to come was holy； and certain as the coming of the King was certaina mission in which force was lawful if only because it was unavoidable。 Should he； on the very threshold of such an errand； be afraid？
He undid the sash around his waist； and； baring his head and casting off his white Jewish gown； stood forth in an undertunic not unlike those of the enemy； and was ready； body and mind。 Folding his arms； he placed his back against the pillar； and calmly waited。
The examination of the statue was brief。 Directly the Northman turned； and said something in the unknown tongue； then both looked at Ben…Hur。 A few more words； and they advanced towards him。
〃Who are you？〃 he asked； in Latin。
The Northman fetched a smile which did not relieve his face of its brutalism； and answered；
〃Barbarians。〃
〃This is the palace of Idernee。 Whom seek you？ Stand and answer。〃
The words were spoken with earnestness。 The strangers stopped； and in his turn the Northman asked； 〃Who are you？〃
〃A Roman。〃
The giant laid his head back upon his shoulders。
〃Ha； ha； ha！ I have heard how a god once came from a cow licking a salted stone； but not even a god can make a Roman of a Jew。〃
The laugh over； he spoke to his companion again； and they moved nearer。
〃Hold！〃 said Ben…Hur； quitting the pillar。 〃One word。〃
They stopped again。
〃A word！〃 replied the Saxon； folding his immense arms across his breast； and relaxing the menace beginning to blacken his face。 〃A word！ Speak。〃
〃You are Thord the Northman。〃
The giant opened his blue eyes。
〃You were lanista in Rome。〃
Thord nodded。
〃I was your scholar。〃
〃No；〃 said Thord； shaking his head。 〃By the beard of Irmin； I had never a Jew to make a fighting…man of。〃
〃But I will prove my saying。〃
〃How？〃
〃You came here to kill me。〃
〃That is true。〃
〃Then let this man fight me singly； and I will make the proof on his body。〃
A gleam of humor shone in the Northman's face。 He spoke to his companion； who made answer； then he replied with the naivete of a diverted child；
〃Wait till I say begin。〃
By repeated touches of his foot； he pushed a couch out on the floor； and proceeded leisurely to stretch his burly form upon it； when perfectly at ease； he said； simply； 〃Now begin。〃
Without ado； Ben…Hur walked to his antagonist。
〃Defend thyself；〃 he said。
The man； nothing loath； put up his hands。
As the two thus confronted each other in approved position； there was no discernible inequality between them； on the contrary； they were as like as brothers。 To the stranger's confident smile； Ben…Hur opposed an earnestness which； had his skill been known； would have been accepted fair warning of danger。 Both knew the combat was to be mortal。
Ben…Hur feinted with his right hand。 The stranger warded； slightly advancing his left arm。 Ere he could return to guard； Ben…Hur caught him by the wrist in a grip which years at the oar had made terrible as a vise。 The surprise was complete； and no time given。 To throw himself forward； to push the arm across the man's throat and over his right shoulder； and turn him left side front； to strike surely with the ready left hand； to strike the bare neck under the earwere but petty divisions of the same act。 No need of a
