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Title: The Lion's Brood

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THE LION'S BROOD

by

DUFFIELD OSBORNE

Author of "The Spell of Ashtaroth," "The Secret of the Crater"

[Frontispiece: Here and there a Gaul would bound
forward . . . to throw himself prone beneath
the vermilion hoofs.]

New York
Doubleday Page & Company
1904
Copyright, 1901,
by Doubleday, Page & Co.

To the Memory of

HOWARD SEELY

BRILLIANT WRITER, TRUE-HEARTED GENTLEMAN,

STANCH AND LOYAL FRIEND

CONTENTS.

PART I.

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER

I. NEWS
II. WORDS
III. PARTING
IV. FABIUS
V. TEMPTATION
VI. DISOBEDIENCE
VII. PUNISHMENT
VIII. DISGRACE
IX. HOME
X. CONVALESCENCE
XI. POLITICS
XII. BRAWLINGS
XIII. THE RED FLAG
XIV. CANNAE
XV. "WITHIN THE RAILS"

PART II.

I. THE QUEEN OF THE WAYS
II. THE GATE
III. PACUVIUS CALAVIUS
IV. THE HOUSE OF THE NINII CELERES
V. THE BANQUET
VI. ALLIES
VII. "FREEDOM"
VIII. DIPLOMACY
IX. THE BAIT
X. MELKARTH
XI. THE SLAVE
XII. FLIGHT
XIII. WINTER QUARTERS

PART I.

THE LION'S BROOD.

INTRODUCTION.

Centuries come and go; but the plot of the drama is unchanged, and the
same characters play the same parts. Only the actors cast for them are
new.

It is much worn,--this denarius,--and the lines are softened and
blurred,--as of right they should be, when you think that more than two
thousand years have passed since it felt the die. It is lying before
me now on my table, and my eyes rest dreamily