The Silver Chalice Page #2

My handsome boy.

Will I ever see you again?

Oh, yes.

The gods could not be that crueI.

Helena.

Helena.

My Basil.

Always remember,

you were my first Love.

I shall never forget it.

It is as though

my dead master could speak.

There is magic in your hands,

my Lord Basil.

I hope these hands never again

have to perform such a sad duty.

There is your man.

What is the meaning of this outrage?

Leave my house at once, all of you.

Since when is a slave

master of the house in which he Lives?

Slave? What madness is this?

The only madness is yours

for deceiving yourself.

Look among the writings of Ignatius.

You will find it set down

that I am his Legally adopted son.

I have examined his documents...

...and there is nothing.

Ask him.

He was a witness to my adoption.

You wish me to tell the truth,

my Lord Linus?

Of course. Speak up, man.

Then I shall speak bravely, my Lord.

You were not adopted.

You were bought as a slave

by my Lord Ignatius.

To that, I was a witness.

And I have sworn it before Jabez,

the magistrate.

How could you, a Roman magistrate,

believe that perjurer?

A sniveling Little toady.

Look at him fawning on Linus,

waiting for his reward.

There are two sides to every question.

Even a Roman magistrate

may believe only one.

I believe that man, not you.

But there were other witnesses,

five in all.

Quite true.

But three are dead, unfortunately.

My Lord Linus has tried to find the other,

a man called Kester...

...but he is not in Antioch.

Where he is, no one knows.

He may be dead too.

We have had enough discord

in a house of mourning.

Let us have done with it.

If you will not go peaceably...

...take him to the man

to whom he has been sold.

Sold?

You have no right to sell me.

Why not?

A master is privileged to sell his property.

May I wish Long Life and good health...

...to the new master of the house.

I'm at your command, my Lord Linus.

It is quite true.

That perjurer is a sniveling Little toady.

My Lady, our silver pieces are famous.

They bring the highest prices.

You will see them in the finest houses

from Damascus to Rome.

That is why I've come to you.

They tell me that all this

is the work of your slave.

May I speak to him?

Why?

Because I want him to fashion

a medallion similar to this one.

Where is this slave of yours?

You need not trouble yourself.

I will show it to him.

Oh, no. I must explain to him

how it is to be done.

I'm very particular about it.

Is this your workshop?

I have something to show you.

My Lady wants

a perfect match to the medallion.

No.

No more work. I have done enough.

I demand that I be set free.

He's trying to escape again.

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