Chapter 22

It was a clear morning and the tenth day before the kalends of January.
Since the ides, Vergilius had been lying in camp with a cohort, near
the port of Ascalon. Night and day on the headland velites had been
watching for the trireme of Antipater. A little before dawn their
beacon-fires had flamed up. Since daylight all had been watching the
far-come vessel of the son of Herod, and, as she came near, they could
see the pattern of gold upon the royal vestments of Antipater. Now,
presently, he would set foot upon the unhappy land of his inheritance.
The cohort had formed in a long arc at the landing. Before now, on his
return, the king's horsemen had greeted him with cheers; to-day he
greeted them with curses. Vergilius, hard by, faced the cohort, his
back turned to the new-comer. Antipater halted as he came ashore,
looking in surprise at the tribune. He seized a lance, and, crouching
as he ran, with sly feet approached the Roman officer. He was like the
cat nearing its prey. Vergilius, now seeming unmindful of his pursuer,
walked in the direction of the cohort. Swiftly, stealthily, the prince
came near, intending to plunge his lance into the back of the young
tribune. Suddenly there rose an outcry among the soldiers. Vergilius
turned; the prince halted, breathing heavily, for he had run near a
hundred paces in the sea-sand. A roar of rage burst from his lips.

"Dog!" he shouted. "Bid them cheer me or I will run you through!" His
lance threatened.

"There shall be cheers in a moment, son of Herod," said Vergilius,
calmly and respectfully approaching him. Antipater, unaware of his
peril, stood with lance at rest. With a hand quick as the paw of a
leopard, Vergilius whirled it away and caught the wrist of the Jew and
flung him down. While Antipater struggled in his great robe the
tribune had disarmed him. Every man of the cohort was now cheering.
Antipater rose in terrible wrath and flung off his robe of gold and
purple.

"Put him in irons!" he shouted. "I, who shall soon be king of the
Jews, command you!"

The cohort began to jeer at him; Vergilius commanded silence.

"You lapdog!" Antipater hissed, turning upon the Roman. "Am I met with
treason?"

"You give yourself a poor compliment," said Vergilius. "Better call me
a lion than a lapdog." He turned to an officer who stood near and
added: "You will now obey the orders of the king."

Forthwith, Vergilius went aboard the new-come vessel and seized the
goods of Antipater and put them on their way to the king. Meanwhile,
the soldiers, many of whom had borne with the cruelty and insolence of
their prisoner, were little inclined to