With the simple frankness so innocent of guile as to make charming that which upon other lips would have been the broadest insincerity, he put that moment's thought into words.
"I thought," he said slowly, "because your horse is so white and your dress so golden and your face so beautiful that I would have but to ask--and I would have my sheep again." Titus looked at him, not with the idea that his compliment was effective, but with the thought that the boy was yet too young to have lost faith in attractive things; that another than himself would have to teach the shepherd that lesson in disappointment.
"Have you examined these sheep for disease, Sergius ?" he demanded, with a show of severity.

"I never saw a flock in this country that was not full of peril for the cavalry." Sergius, wisely catching excuse in this demand, saluted.
"I did not," he replied.
"So?
Well, do it hereafter.

Go stop those legionaries and turn loose that flock.

We lost five hundred horse in Caesarea for just such negligence." Joseph flung up his head, his eyes sparkling, his cheeks aglow, his whole figure alive with a gratitude so potent that it was painful.
Titus, with the deep tide of a blush crawling over his forehead, scowled down at this joy.
"Look well," he continued severely to Sergius, "and if they are healthy--" But Joseph laughed and stepped out of the young general's path.
"And," said Titus, his face clearing before that laugh as he directed his words to the little shepherd, "Jerusalem shall have another chance." Transfiguration brightened the small dusky face.

He put up his hands for that blessing that was a part of his farewell.
"_May my God supply all thy need according to his riches in glory, by Jesus Christ.