“A palm!
So much?” cried Ben-Hur, joyfully.
Then he leaned over to Malluch. “As thou art a son of Judah, Malluch, and faithful to thy kin, get thee a seat in the gallery over the Gate of Triumph, down close to the balcony in front of the pillars, and watch well when we make the turns there; watch well, for if I have favor at all, I will— Nay, Malluch, let it go unsaid!
Only get thee there, and watch well.”
At that moment a cry burst from Ilderim.
“Ha!
By the splendor of God! what is this?”
He drew near Ben-Hur with a finger pointing on the face of the notice.
“Read,” said Ben-Hur.
“No; better thou.”
Ben-Hur took the paper, which, signed by the prefect of the province as editor, performed the office of a modern programme, giving particularly the several divertisements provided for the occasion.
It informed the public that there would be first a procession of extraordinary splendor; that the procession would be succeeded by the customary honors to the god Consus, whereupon the games would begin; running, leaping, wrestling, boxing, each in the order stated. The names of the competitors were given, with their several nationalities and schools of training, the trials in which they had been engaged, the prizes won, and the prizes now offered; under the latter head the sums of money were stated in illuminated letters, telling of the departure of the day when the simple chaplet of pine or laurel was fully enough for the victor, hungering for glory as something better than riches, and content with it.
Over these parts of the programme Ben-Hur sped with rapid eyes. At last he came to the announcement of the race.
He read it slowly.
Attending lovers of the heroic sports were assured they would certainly be gratified by an Orestean struggle unparalleled in Antioch.
The city offered the spectacle in honor of the consul.
One hundred thousand sestertii and a crown of laurel were the prizes.
Then followed the particulars.
The entries were six in all— fours only permitted; and, to further interest in the performance, the competitors would be turned into the course together.
Each four then received description.
“I.
A four of Lysippus the Corinthian— two grays, a bay, and a black; entered at Alexandria last year, and again at Corinth, where they were winners.
Lysippus, driver.
Color, yellow.
“II. A four of Messala of Rome— two white, two black; victors of the Circensian as exhibited in the Circus Maximus last year.
Messala, driver.
Colors, scarlet and gold.
“III. A four of Cleanthes the Athenian— three gray, one bay; winners at the Isthmian last year.
Cleanthes, driver.
Color, green.
“IV. A four of Dicaeus the Byzantine— two black, one gray, one bay; winners this year at Byzantium.
Dicaeus, driver.
Color, black.
“V. A four of Admetus the Sidonian— all grays.
Thrice entered at Caesarea, and thrice victors.
Admetus, driver.
Color, blue.
“VI. A four of Ilderim, sheik of the Desert.
All bays; first race.
Ben-Hur, a Jew, driver.
Color, white.”
Ben-Hur, A Jew, driver!
Why that name instead of Arrius?
Ben-Hur raised his eyes to Ilderim.
He had found the cause of the Arab’s outcry.
Both rushed to the same conclusion.
The hand was the hand of Messala!
Chapter 11
Evening was hardly come upon Antioch, when the Omphalus, nearly in the centre of the city, became a troubled fountain from which in every direction, but chiefly down to the Nymphaeum and east and west along the Colonnade of Herod, flowed currents of people, for the time given up to Bacchus and Apollo.
For such indulgence anything more fitting cannot be imagined than the great roofed streets, which were literally miles on miles of porticos wrought of marble, polished to the last degree of finish, and all gifts to the voluptuous city by princes careless of expenditure where, as in this instance, they thought they were eternizing themselves.