The Martyr of the Catacombs

The Martyr of the Catacombs

Anonymous Author

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Lulu Press
Año de edición:
2021
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9781667130705

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And now, while Macer stood there the recipient of unbounded applause, a man entered from the opposite side. It was the African. His arm had not been bound up, but hung down by his side covered with blood. He staggered toward Macer with painful steps. The Romans knew that he had been sent out to be killed. The wretch knew it himself also, for as he drew near to his antagonist he dropped his sword, and cried out in a kind of desperation, 'Quick! kill me, and put me out of pain.' To the amazement of all, Macer stepped back and flung down his sword. The spectators stared and wondered. Still more amazed were they when Macer turned toward the emperor and stretched out his hands. 'August Emperor,' he cried, 'I am a Christian. I will fight wild beasts, but I will not raise my hand against a fellow-man. I can die, but I will not kill.' Whereupon a mighty murmur arose. 'What does he say?' cried Marcellus. 'A Christian! when did that happen?' 'I heard,' said Lucullus, 'that he was visited in his cell by some of these wretched Christians, and joined their contemptible sect. They are made up of the offscouring of man kind. It is very probable that he is a Christian.' 'And will he incur death rather than fight?' 'That is the way with these fanatics.' Rage took the place of surprise in the fierce multitude. They were indignant that a mere gladiator should dare to disappoint them. The attendants rushed out to interfere. The fight must go on. If Macer would not fight he should take the consequences. But he was firm. Unarmed, he advanced toward the African, whom he could have slain even then with a blow of his fist. The face of the African was like that of a fiend. Surprise, joy, and triumph gleamed in his sinister eyes. Seizing his sword in a firm grasp, he struck Macer to the heart. 'Lord Jesus receive my spirit--' The words were drowned in a torrent of blood, and this humble but bold witness for Christ passed away from earth to join the noble army of martyrs. (From Chapter One)

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