nd nights together； sensible all the time that the galley was gliding swiftly along some of the many tracks of the broad sea； the longing to know where he was； and whither going； was always present with him； but now it seemed quickened by the hope which had come to new life in his breast since the interview with the tribune。 The narrower the abiding…place happens to be； the more intense is the longing； and so he found。 He seemed to hear every sound of the ship in labor； and listened to each one as if it were a voice come to tell him something； he looked to the grating overhead； and through it into the light of which so small a portion was his； expecting； he knew not what； and many times he caught himself on the point of yielding to the impulse to speak to the chief on the platform； than which no circumstance of battle would have astonished that dignitary more。
In his long service； by watching the shifting of the meager sunbeams upon the cabin floor when the ship was under way； he had come to know； generally； the quarter into which she was sailing。 This； of course； was only of clear days like those good…fortune was sending the tribune。 The experience had not failed him in the period succeeding the departure from Cythera。 Thinking they were tending towards the old Judean country； he was sensitive to every variation from the course。 With a pang； he had observed the sudden change northward which； as has been noticed； took place near Naxos： the cause； however； he could not even conjecture； for it must be remembered that； in common with his fellow…slaves； he knew nothing of the situation； and had no interest in the voyage。 His place was at the oar； and he was held there inexorably； whether at anchor or under sail。 Once only in three years had he been permitted an outlook from the deck。 The occasion we have seen。 He had no idea that； following the vessel he was helping drive； there was a great squadron close at hand and in beautiful order； no more did he know the object of which it was in pursuit。
When the sun； going down； withdrew his last ray from the cabin； the galley still held northward。 Night fell； yet Ben…Hur could discern no change。 About that time the smell of incense floated down the gangways from the deck。
〃The tribune is at the altar；〃 he thought。 〃Can it be we are going into battle？〃
He became observant。
Now he had been in many battles without having seen one。 From his bench he had heard them above and about him； until he was familiar with all their notes； almost as a singer with a song。 So； too； he had become acquainted with many of the preliminaries of an engagement； of which； with a Roman as well as a Greek； the most invariable was the sacrifice to the gods。 The rites were the same as those performed at the beginning of a voyage； and to him； when noticed； they were always an admonition。
A battle； it should be observed； possessed for him and his fellow…slaves of the oar an interest unlike that of the sailor and marine； it came； not of the danger encountered but of the fact that defeat； if survived； might bring an alteration of conditionpossibly freedomat least a change of masters； which might be for the better。
In good time the lanterns were lighted and hung by the stairs； and the tribune came down from the deck。 At his word the marines put on their armor。 At his word again； the machines were looked to； and spears； javelins； and arrows； in great sheaves； brought and laid upon the floor； together with jars of inflammable oil； and baskets of cotton balls wound loose like the wicking of candles。 And when； finally； Ben…Hur saw the tribune mount his platform and don his armor； and get his helmet and shield out； the meaning of the preparations might not be any longer doubted； and he made ready for the last ignominy of his service。
To every bench； as a fixture； there was a chain with heavy anklets。 These the hortator proceeded to lock upon the oarsmen； going from number to number； leaving no choice but to obey； and； in event of disaster； no possibility of escape。
In the cabin； then； a silence fell； broken； at first； only by the sough of the oars turning in the leathern cases。 Every man upon the benches felt the shame； Ben…Hur more keenly than his companions。 He would have put it away at any price。 Soon the clanking of the fetters notified him of the progress the chief was making in his round。 He would come to him in turn； but would not the tribune interpose for him？
The thought may be set down to vanity or selfishness； as the reader pleases； it certainly； at that moment； took possession of Ben…Hur。 He believed the Roman would interpose； anyhow； the circumstance would test the man's feelings。 If； intent upon the battle； he would but think of him； it would be proof of his opinion formedproof that he had been tacitly promoted above his associates in miserysuch proof as would justify hope。
Ben…Hur waited anxiously。 The interval seemed like an age。 At every turn of the oar he looked towards the tribune； who； his simple preparations made； lay down upon the couch and composed himself to rest； whereupon number sixty chid himself； and laughed grimly； and resolved not to look that way again。
The hortator approached。 Now he was at number onethe rattle of the iron links sounded horribly。 At last number sixty！ Calm from despair； Ben…Hur held his oar at poise； and gave his foot to the officer。 Then the tribune stirredsat upbeckoned to the chief。
A strong revulsion seized the Jew。 From the hortator； the great man glanced at him； and when he dropped his oar all the section of the ship on his side seemed aglow。 He heard nothing of what was said； enough that the chain hung idly from its staple in the bench； and that the chief； going to his seat； began to beat the sounding…board。 The notes of the gavel were never so like music。 With his breast against the leaded handle； he pushed with all his mightpushed until the shaft bent as if about to break。
The chief went to the tribune； and； smiling； pointed to number sixty。
〃What strength！〃 he said。
〃And what spirit！〃 the tribune answered。 〃Perpol！ He is better without the irons。 Put them on him no more。〃
So saying； he stretched himself upon the couch again。
The ship sailed on hour after hour under the oars in water scarcely rippled by the wind。 And the people not on duty slept； Arrius in his place； the marines on the floor。
OncetwiceBen…Hur was relieved； but he could not sleep。 Three years of night； and through the darkness a sunbeam at last！ At sea adrift and lost； and now land！ Dead so long； and； lo！ the thrill and stir of resurrection。 Sleep was not for such an hour。 Hope deals with the future； now and the past are but servants that wait on her with impulse and suggestive circumstance。 Starting from the favor of the tribune； she carried him forward indefinitely。 The wonder is； not that things so purely imaginative as the results she points us to can make us so happy； but that we can receive them as so real。 They must be as gorgeous poppies under the influence of which； under the crimson and purple and gold； reason lies down the while； and is not。 Sorrows assuaged； home and the fortunes of his house restored； mother and sister in his arms once moresuch were the central ideas which made him happier that moment than he had ever been。 That he was rushing； as on wings； into horrible battle had； for the time； nothing to do with his thoughts。 The things thus in hope were unmixed with doubtsthey WERE。 Hence his joy so full； so perfect； there was no room in his heart for revenge。 Messala； Gratus； Rome； and all the bitter； passionate memories connected with them； were as dead plaguesmiasms of the earth above which he floated； far and safe； listening to singing stars。
The deeper darkness before the dawn was upon the waters； and all things going well with the Astroea； when a man； descending from the deck； walked swiftly to the platform where the tribune slept； and awoke him。 Arrius arose； put on his helmet； sword； and shield； and went to the commander of the marines。
〃The pirates are close by。 Up and ready！〃 he said； and passed to the stairs； calm； confident； insomuch that one might have thought； 〃Happy fellow！ Apicius has set a feast for him。〃
CHAPTER V
Every soul aboard； even the ship； awoke。 Officers went to their quarters。 The marines took arms； and were led out； looking in all respects like legionaries。 Sheaves of arrows and armfuls of javelins were carried on deck。 By the central stairs the oil…tanks and fire…balls were set ready for use。 Additional lanterns were lighted。 Buckets were filled with water。 The rowers in relief assembled under guard in front of the chief。 As Providence would have it； Ben…Hur was one of the latter。 Overhead he heard the muffled noises of the final preparationsof the sailors furling sail； spreading the nettings； unslinging the machines； and hanging the armor of bull…hide over the side。 Presently quiet settled about the galley again； quiet full of vague dread and expectation； which； interpreted； means READY。
At a signal passed down from the deck； and communicated to the hortator by a petty officer stationed on the stairs； all at once the oars stopped。
What did it mean？
Of the hundred and twenty slaves chained to the benches； not one but asked himself the question。 They were without incentive。 Patriotism； love of honor； sense of duty； brought them no inspiration。 They felt the thrill common to men rushed helpless and blind into danger。 It may be supposed the dullest of them； poising his oar； thought of all that might happen； yet could promise himself nothing； for victory would but rivet his chains the firmer； while the chances of the ship were his； sinking or on fire； he was doomed to her fate。
Of the situation without they might not ask。 And who were the enemy？ And what if they were friends； brethren； countrymen？ The reader； carrying the suggestion forward； will see the necessity which governed the Roman when； in such emergencies； he locked the hapless wretches to their seats。
There was little time； however； for such thought with them。 A sound like the rowing of galleys astern attracted Ben…Hur； and the Astroea rocked as if in the midst of countering waves。 The idea of a fleet at hand broke upon hima f