unless the lines and a halter fall within the term。 Wanting to hitch up； the masters pinned a narrow wooden yoke； or cross…tree； near the end of the pole； and； by straps passed through rings at the end of the yoke； buckled the latter to the collar。 The traces of the yokesteeds they hitched to the axle； those of the trace…mates to the top rim of the chariot…bed。 There remained then but the adjustment of the lines； which； judged by the modern devices； was not the least curious part of the method。 For this there was a large ring at the forward extremity of the pole； securing the ends to that ring first； they parted the lines so as to give one to each horse； and proceeded to pass them to the driver； slipping them separately through rings on the inner side of the halters at the mouth。
With this plain generalization in mind； all further desirable knowledge upon the subject can be had by following the incidents of the scene occurring。
The other contestants had been received in silence； the last comer was more fortunate。 While moving towards the stand from which we are viewing the scene； his progress was signalized by loud demonstrations； by clapping of hands and cheers； the effect of which was to centre attention upon him exclusively。 His yoke…steeds； it was observed； were black； while the trace…mates were snow…white。 In conformity to the exacting canons of Roman taste； they had all four been mutilated； that is to say； their tails had been clipped； and； to complete the barbarity； their shorn manes were divided into knots tied with flaring red and yellow ribbons。
In advancing； the stranger at length reached a point where the chariot came into view from the stand； and its appearance would of itself have justified the shouting。 The wheels were very marvels of construction。 Stout bands of burnished bronze reinforced the hubs； otherwise very light； the spokes were sections of ivory tusks； set in with the natural curve outward to perfect the dishing； considered important then as now； bronze tires held the fellies； which were of shining ebony。 The axle； in keeping with the wheels； was tipped with heads of snarling tigers done in brass； and the bed was woven of willow wands gilded with gold。
The coming of the beautiful horses and resplendent chariot drew Ben…Hur to look at the driver with increased interest。
Who was he？
When Ben…Hur asked himself the question first； he could not see the man's face； or even his full figure； yet the air and manner were familiar； and pricked him keenly with a reminder of a period long gone。
Who could it be？
Nearer now； and the horses approaching at a trot。 From the shouting and the gorgeousness of the turnout； it was thought he might be some official favorite or famous prince。 Such an appearance was not inconsistent with exalted rank。 Kings often struggled for the crown of leaves which was the prize of victory。 Nero and Commodus； it will be remembered； devoted themselves to the chariot。 Ben…Hur arose and forced a passage down nearly to the railing in front of the lower seat of the stand。 His face was earnest； his manner eager。
And directly the whole person of the driver was in view。 A companion rode with him； in classic description a Myrtilus； permitted men of high estate indulging their passion for the race…course。 Ben…Hur could see only the driver； standing erect in the chariot； with the reins passed several times round his bodya handsome figure； scantily covered by a tunic of light…red cloth； in the right hand a whip； in the other； the arm raised and lightly extended； the four lines。 The pose was exceedingly graceful and animated。 The cheers and clapping of hands were received with statuesque indifference。 Ben…Hur stood transfixedhis instinct and memory had served him faithfullyTHE DRIVER WAS MESSALA。
By the selection of horses； the magnificence of the chariot； the attitude； and display of personabove all； by the expression of the cold； sharp； eagle features； imperialized in his countrymen by sway of the world through so many generations； Ben…Hur knew Messala unchanged； as haughty； confident； and audacious as ever； the same in ambition； cynicism； and mocking insouciance。
CHAPTER VIII
As Ben…Hur descended the steps of the stand； an Arab arose upon the last one at the foot； and cried out；
〃Men of the East and Westhearken！ The good Sheik Ilderim giveth greeting。 With four horses； sons of the favorites of Solomon the Wise； he bath come up against the best。 Needs he most a mighty man to drive them。 Whoso will take them to his satisfaction； to him he promiseth enrichment forever。 Heretherein the city and in the Circuses； and wherever the strong most do congregate； tell ye this his offer。 So saith my master； Sheik Ilderim the Generous。〃
The proclamation awakened a great buzz among the people under the awning。 By night it would be repeated and discussed in all the sporting circles of Antioch。 Ben…Hur； hearing it； stopped and looked hesitatingly from the herald to the sheik。 Malluch thought he was about to accept the offer； but was relieved when he presently turned to him； and asked； 〃Good Malluch； where to now？〃
The worthy replied； with a laugh； 〃Would you liken yourself to others visiting the Grove for the first time； you will straightway to hear your fortune told。〃
〃My fortune； said you？ Though the suggestion has in it a flavor of unbelief； let us to the goddess at once。〃
〃Nay； son of Arrius； these Apollonians have a better trick than that。 Instead of speech with a Pythia or a Sibyl； they will sell you a plain papyrus leaf； hardly dry from the stalk； and bid you dip it in the water of a certain fountain； when it will show you a verse in which you may hear of your future。〃
The glow of interest departed from Ben…Hur's face。
〃There are people who have no need to vex themselves about their future；〃 he said； gloomily。
〃Then you prefer to go to the temples？〃
〃The temples are Greek； are they not？〃
〃They call them Greek。〃
〃The Hellenes were masters of the beautiful in art； but in architecture they sacrificed variety to unbending beauty。 Their temples are all alike。 How call you the fountain？〃
〃Castalia。〃
〃Oh！ it has repute throughout the world。 Let us thither。〃
Malluch kept watch on his companion as they went； and saw that for the moment at least his good spirits were out。 To the people passing he gave no attention； over the wonders they came upon there were no exclamations； silently； even sullenly； he kept a slow pace。
The truth was； the sight of Messala had set Ben…Hur to thinking。 It seemed scarce an hour ago that the strong hands had torn him from his mother； scarce an hour ago that the Roman had put seal upon the gates of his father's house。 He recounted how； in the hopeless misery of the lifeif such it might be calledin the galleys； he had had little else to do； aside from labor； than dream dreams of vengeance； in all of which Messala was the principal。 There might be； he used to say to himself； escape for Gratus； but for Messalanever！ And to strengthen and harden his resolution； he was accustomed to repeat over and over； Who pointed us out to the persecutors？ And when I begged him for helpnot for myselfwho mocked me； and went away laughing？ And always the dream had the same ending。 The day I meet him； help me； thou good God of my people！help me to some fitting special vengeance！
And now the meeting was at hand。
Perhaps； if he had found Messala poor and suffering； Ben…Hur's feeling had been different； but it was not so。 He found him more than prosperous； in the prosperity there was a dash and glittergleam of sun on gilt of gold。
So it happened that what Malluch accounted a passing loss of spirit was pondering when the meeting should be； and in what manner he could make it most memorable。
They turned after a while into an avenue of oaks； where the people were going and coming in groups； footmen here； and horsemen； there women in litters borne slaves； and now and then chariots rolled by thunderously。
At the end of the avenue the road； by an easy grade； descended into a lowland； where； on the right hand； there was a precipitous facing of gray rock； and on the left an open meadow of vernal freshness。 Then they came in view of the famous Fountain of Castalia。
Edging through a company assembled at the point； Ben…Hur beheld a jet of sweet water pouring from the crest of a stone into a basin of black marble； where； after much boiling and foaming； it disappeared as through a funnel。
By the basin； under a small portico cut in the solid wall； sat a priest； old； bearded； wrinkled； cowlednever being more perfectly eremitish。 From the manner of the people present； hardly might one say which was the attraction； the fountain； forever sparkling； or the priest； forever there。 He heard； saw； was seen； but never spoke。 Occasionally a visitor extended a hand to him with a coin in it。 With a cunning twinkle of the eyes； he took the money； and gave the party in exchange a leaf of papyrus。
The receiver made haste to plunge the papyrus into the basin； then； holding the dripping leaf in the sunlight； he would be rewarded with a versified inscription upon its face； and the fame of the fountain seldom suffered loss by poverty of merit in the