Chapter 23
NEMESIS That evening was a hideous one in the palace of Orestes. His agonies of disappointment, rage, and terror were at once so shameful and so fearful, that none of his slaves dare approach him; and it was not till late that his confidential secretary, the Chaldean eunuch, driven by terror of the exasperated Catholics, ventured into the tiger's den, and represented to him the immediate necessity for action. What could he do? He was committed--Cyril only knew how deeply. What might not the wily archbishop have discovered? What might not he pretend to have discovered? What accusations might he not send off on the spot to the Byzantine Court? 'Let the gates be guarded, and no one allowed to leave the city,' suggested the Chaldee. 'Keep in monks? as well keep in rats! No; we must send of
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