us covered his face with both hands, and
murmured in terror:

"Frightful, frightful! What can be hanging over us? Only listen, how it
thunders, and the rain thrashes the tent."

"The clouds are pouring out torrents; see the water is coming in
already. The slaves must dig gutters for it to run off. Drive the pegs
tighter you fellows out there or the whirlwind will tear down the slight
structure."

"And how sultry the air is!"

"The hot wind seems to warm even the flood of rain. Here it is still
dry; mix me a cup of wine, Antinous. Have any letters come?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Give them to me, Mastor."

The slave, who was busily engaged in damming up with earth and stones,
the trickling stream of rain-water that was soaking into the tent,
sprang up, hastily dried his hands, took a sack out of the chest in
which the Emperor's despatches were kept and gave it to his master.
Hadrian opened the leather bag, took out a roll, hastily broke it open,
and then, after rapidly glancing at the contents, exclaimed:

"What is this? I have opened the record of the oracle of Apis. How did
it come among to-day's letters?"

Antinous went up to Hadrian, looked at the sack, and said:

"Mastor has made a mistake. These are the documents from Memphis. I will
bring you the right despatch-bag."

"Stay!" said Hadrian, eagerly seizing his favorite's hand. "Is this a
mere trick of chance or a decree of Fate? Why should this particular
sack have come into my hands to-day of all others? Why, out of twenty
documents it contains, should I have taken out this very one? Look
here.--I will explain these signs to you. Here stand three pairs of arms
bearing shields and spears, close by the name of the Egyptian month that
corresponds to our November. These are the three signs of misfortune.
The lutes up there are of happier omen. The masts here indicate the
usual state of affairs. Three of these hieroglyphics always occur
together. Three lutes indicate much good fortune, two lutes and one mast
good fortune and moderate prosperity, one pair of arms and two lutes
misfortune, followed by happiness, and so forth. Here, in November,
begin the arms with weapons, and here they stand in threes and threes,
and portend nothing but unqualified misfortune, never mitigated by a
single lute. Do you see, boy? Have you understood the meaning of these
signs?"

"Perfectly well; but do you interpret them rightly? The fighting arms
may perhaps lead to victory."