It was she who had procured the imperial sleeper his rest, which she could certainly restore to him even if she now woke him.

Just now she had vowed for the future not to care about her own welfare, and that had at first made her doubtful about Caracalla; but had it not really been exceedingly selfish to lose the time which could bring freedom to her father and brother, only to protect her own soul from the reproach of an easily forgiven wrong?
With the question: "What is your duty ?" all doubts left her, and no longer on tiptoe, but with a firm, determined tread, she walked toward the slumberer's couch, and the outrage which she shrank from committing would, she saw, be a deed of kindness; for she found the emperor with perspiring brow groaning and frightened by a severe nightmare.

He cried with the dull, toneless voice of one talking in his sleep, as if he saw her close by: "Away, mother, I say! He or I! Out of the way! You will not?
But I, I--If you--" At the same he threw up his hands and gave a dull, painful cry.
"He is dreaming of his brother's murder," rushed through Melissa's mind, and in the same instant she laid her hand on his arm and with urgent entreaty cried in his ear: "Wake up, Caesar, I implore you! Great Caesar, awake!" Then he opened his eyes, and a low, prolonged "Ah!" rang from his tortured breast.
He then, with a deep breath and perplexed glance, looked round him; and as his eyes fell on the young girl his features brightened, and soon wore a happy expression, as if he experienced a great joy.
"You ?" he asked, with pleased surprise.

"You, maiden, still here! It must be nearly dawn?
I slept well till just now.

But then at the last--Oh, it was fearful!--Adventus!" Melissa, however, interrupted this cry, exhorting the emperor to be quiet by putting her finger to her lips; and he understood her and willingly obeyed, especially as she had guessed what he required from the chamberlain, Adventus.