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for long—or at least long enough to permit the arrival of the reënforcements that, if they remained loyal to Caesar, might overcome this undisciplined mob with ease.
Gathering around him some of those he knew best, Tarzan explained a new plan that was greeted with exclamations of approval, and summoning the apes he moved down the dark avenue, followed by Maximus Praeclarus, Cassius Hasta, Caecilius Metellus, Mpingu, and a half dozen of Castra Sanguinarius’s most famous gladiators.
The wedding of Fastus and Dilecta was to take place upon the steps of Caesar’s throne. The high priest of the temple stood facing the audience, and just below him, and at one side, Fastus waited, while slowly up the center of the long chamber came the bride, followed by the vestal virgins, who tended the temple’s sacred fires.
Dilecta was pale, but she did not falter as she moved slowly forward to her doom. There were many who whispered that she looked the Empress already, so noble was her mien, so stately her carriage. They could not see the slim dagger clutched in her right hand beneath the flowing bridal robes. Up the aisle she moved, but she did not halt before the priest as Fastus had done—and as she should have done—but passed him and mounting the first few steps toward the throne she halted, facing Sublatus.
“The people of Castra Sanguinarius have been taught through all the ages that they may look to Caesar for protection,” she said. “Caesar not only makes the law—he is the law. He is either the personification of justice or he is a tyrant. Which, Sublatus, are you?”
Caesar flushed. “What mad whim is this, child?” he demanded. “Who has set you to speak such words to Caesar?”
“I have not been prompted,” replied the girl, wearily. “It is my last hope and though I knew beforehand that it was futile, I felt that I must not cast it aside as useless before putting it to the test.”
“Come! Come!” snapped Caesar. “Enough of this foolishness. Take your place before the priest and repeat your marriage vows.”
“You cannot refuse me,” cried the girl, stubbornly. “I
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