"Think of it! He has an idea to sell her to that rich Roman, Lucius Calatinus--and then I don't dare hint what will be her fate." [100] At this period the great slave emporium of the world.
"Calatinus!" hissed Agias, concentrating volumes of scorn into a word.
"You know him! You hate him!" cried Sesostris.

"Then by Ammon-Ra, by Isis, by every god in whom you believe, save my darling from worse than death! Do that, and I will die for you!" Sesostris's emotion was too genuine to be a mere trap for ensnaring his visitor; and Agias in turn was stirred.
"Old man," he exclaimed, seizing the other's hand, "you and I have suffered much from evil masters.

Thank the gods, I am now serving one I love--albeit unfortunate enough! But we have a common right to punish the wrongdoers, and earn a little bit of happiness for ourselves.

Come, now! If Artemisia is a slave, she is in no wise above me.

Let me save Drusus from Pratinas, and I pledge my word that I will save Artemisia from him and his nefarious schemes,--yes, and you, too.
If Artemisia likes me, why then there will be perhaps more to add to the story.