He threaded his way through corridors.
"Whither goest thou ?" asked another slave by the threshold.
"I go to the market to get some lentiles," glibly replied Athribis; and, passing, he quickly gained the portal and the street.
"One, may find that which is better than lentiles," Athribis communed with himself, as he wound hither and thither through the excited crowds.

"Should a Christian have jewels, and I none?
I, who am faithful to the gods!" With this the slave plunged into a company of house-breakers, and with them boldly attacked the dwelling of a Christian.

It was easily taken, and Athribis rushed with the company into the interior.
Stools and couches were wrenched to pieces, cushions were torn, tables were overthrown.
"Woe to the Christians of Alexandria!" fiercely muttered one man.
"We will root them from our city! They shall die!" The crude brick of the building gave way, in places, under repeated blows.

The stucco of the outer walls fell off, and was tracked with the crushed brick into the halls.

Some of the rude company, rushing to the flat roof of the building, discovered there, hidden by a wind-sail, a treasure-box, as was at first supposed.