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"Speak on, I hear you," said Marcus with a sigh.
So Cyril pleaded with him in the passion of one inspired, and as Marcus
hearkened his heart was softened and his purpose turned.
"I knew it all before, I believed it all before," he said at length,
"but I would not accept your baptism and become a member of your
Church."
"Why not, son?"
"Because had I done so she would have thought and you might have
thought, and perhaps I myself should have thought that I did it, as once
I offered to do, to win her whom I desired above all things on earth.
Now she is dead and it is otherwise. Shrive me, father, and do your
office."
So there in the prison cell the bishop Cyril took water and baptised the
Roman Marcus into the body of the Christian Church.
"What shall I do now?" Marcus asked as he rose from his knees. "Once
Caesar was my master, now you speak with the voice of Caesar. Command me."
"I do not speak, Christ speaks. Listen. I am called by the Church to go
to Alexandria in Egypt, whither I sail within three days. Will you who
are exiled from Rome come with me? There I can find you work to do."
"I have said that you are Caesar," answered Marcus. "Now it is sunset and
I am free; accompany me to my house, I pray you, for there much business
waits me in which I need counsel, who am overborne.
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