The City of Delight

The City of Delight

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Title: The City of Delight A Love Drama of the Siege and Fall of
Jerusalem
Author: Elizabeth Miller
Illustrator: F. X. Leyendecker
Release Date: May 31, 2005 [EBook #15953]
Language: English
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THE CITY OF DELIGHT
A Love Drama of the Siege and Fall of Jerusalem
by
Elizabeth Miller
Author of The Yoke and Saul of Tarsus With Illustrations by F.X.
Leyendecker
Indianapolis The Bobbs-Merrill Company Publishers 1908 March

[Illustration]

To My Elder Brother Otto Miller

CONTENTS

Chapter Page
I A Prince's Bride 1
II On the Road to Jerusalem 31
III The Shepherd of Pella 56
IV The Travelers 85
V By the Wayside 108
VI Dawn in the Hills 124
VII Imperial Cæsar 148
VIII Greek and Jew 169
IX The Young Titus 189
X The Story of a Divine Tragedy 212
XI The House of Offense 233
XII The Prince Returns 253
XIII A New Pretender 274
XIV The Pride of Amaryllis 284
XV The Image of Jealousy 300

XVI The Spread Net 322
XVII The Tangled Web 337
XVIII In the Sunless Crypt 358
XIX The False Prophet 374
XX As the Foam upon Water 390
XXI The Faithful Servant 408
XXII Vanished Hopes 417
XXIII The Fulfilment 427
XXIV The Road to Pella 441

THE CITY OF DELIGHT

Chapter I
A PRINCE'S BRIDE
The chief merchant of Ascalon stood in the guest-chamber of his house.
Although it was a late winter day the old man was clad in the free white
garments of a midsummer afternoon, for to the sorrow of Philistia the
cold season of the year sixty-nine had been warm, wet and miasmic. An
old woman entering presently glanced at the closed windows of the
apartment when she noted the flushed face of the merchant but she
made no movement to have them opened. More than the warmth of the
day was engaging the attention of the grave old man, and the woman,
by dress and manner of equal rank with him, stood aside until he could
give her a moment.
His porter bowed at his side.

"The servants of Philip of Tyre are without," he said. "Shall they
enter?"
"They have come for the furnishings," Costobarus answered. "Take
thou all the household but Momus and Hiram, and dismantle the rooms
for them. Begin in the library; then the sleeping-rooms; this chamber
next; the kitchen last of all. Send Hiram to the stables to except three
good camels from the herd for our use. Let Momus look to the baggage.
Where is Keturah?"
A woman servant hastening after a line of men bearing a great divan,
picking up the draperies and pillows that had dropped, stopped and
salaamed to her master.
"Is our apparel ready?" he asked.
"Prepared, master," was the response.
"Then send hither--" But at that moment a man-servant dressed in the
garb of a physician hastened into the chamber. Without awaiting the
notice of his master he hurried up and whispered in his ear. Costobarus'
face grew instantly grave.
"How near?" he asked anxiously.
"In the next house--but a moment since. The household hath fled," was
the low answer.
"Haste, haste!" Costobarus cried to the rush of servants about him.
"Lose no time. We must be gone from this place before mid-afternoon.
Laodice! Where is Laodice?" he inquired.
Then his wife who had stood aside spoke.
"She is not yet prepared," she explained unreadily. "She needs a frieze
cloak--"
Costobarus broke in by beckoning his wife to one side, where the
servants could not hear him say compassionately,

"Let there be no delay for small things, Hannah. Let us haste, for
Laodice is going on the Lord's business."
"A matter of a day only," Hannah urged. "A delay that is further
necessary, for Aquila's horse is lame."
The old man shook his head and looked away to see a man-servant
stagger out under a load of splendid carpets. The old woman came
close.
"The wayside is ambushed and the wilderness is patrolled with danger,
Costobarus," she said. "Of a certainty you will not take Laodice out
into a country perilous for caravans and armies!"
"These very perils are the signs of the call of the hour," he maintained.
"She dare not fail to respond. The Deliverer cometh; every prophecy