od star, and the figures representing it are not
the common emblems, but each deeply significant. The Twins, for instance,
are the mariner's divinities, Castor and Pollux; Hercules stands by the
Lion whom he has subdued; and the Fishes are dolphins, which love music.
In the Scales, one holds the cross high in the air while the other is
weighed down by Apollo's laurel-wreath and the bolts of Zeus; in short,
our standard displays everything that is most dear to the soul of a Greek
or that fills him with devotion. Above all, Nike hovers with the crown of
victory. If only fitting leaders are to be found at the centres of the
movement, these standards will at once be sent out, and with them arms
for the country-folk. A place of meeting has already been selected in
each province, the pass-word will be given, and a day fixed for a general
rising."

"And they will flock round you!" interrupted Karnis, "and--I, my son,
will not be absent. Oh glorious, happy, and triumphant day! Gladly will I
die if only I may first live to see the smoking offerings sending up
their fragrance to the gods before the open doors of every temple in
Greece; see the young men and maidens dancing in rapt enthusiasm to the
sound of lutes and pipes, and joining their voices in the chorus! Then
light will shine once more on the world, then life will once more mean
joy, and death a departure from a scene of bliss."

"Aye, and thus shall it be!" cried Olympius, fired by this eager
exposition of his own excitement, and he wrung the musician's hand. "We
will restore life to the Greeks and teach them to scorn death as of yore.
Let the Christians, the Barbarians, make life miserable and seek joy in
death, if they list! But the girls have ceased singing. There is still
much to be done to-day, and first of all I must confute the objections of
your recalcitrant pupil."

"You will not find it an easy task," said Karnis. "Reason is a feeble
weapon in contending with a woman."

"Not always," replied the philosopher. "But you must know how to use it.
Leave me to deal with the child. There are really no singing-women left
here; we have tried three, but they were all vulgar and ill taught. This
girl, when she sings with Gorgo, has a voice that will go to the heart of
the audience. What we want is to fire the crowd with enthusiasm, and she
will help us to do it."

"Well, well. But you, Olympius, you who are the very soul of the
revulsion we hope for, you must not be