"Lions are no respecters of persons." "Yet, mistress, I think that they will respect my person, and yours, too, for my sake." "What do you mean, Nou ?" "I mean that I do not fear the lions; they are country-folk of mine and roared round my cradle.

The chief, my father, was called Master of Lions in our country because he could tame them.

Why, when I was a little child I have fed them and they fawned upon us like dogs." "Those lions are long dead, Nou, and the others will not remember." "I am not sure that they are dead; at least, blood will call to blood, and their company will know the smell of the child of the Master of Lions.

Whoever is eaten, we shall escape." "I have no such hope, Nou.

To-morrow we must die horribly, that King Agrippa may do honour to his master, Caesar." "If you think that, mistress, then let us die at once rather than be rent limb from limb to give pleasure to a stinking mob.