SALOME’S DANCE – Machaerus, Perea
After the lavish food was served, the guest clustered themselves to their own private fellowship either in whispered conversations or laughing out loud merriments; at the same time, being entertained by two pairs of half naked black skin Nubians wildly dancing to rhythmic drum beats. Cornelius retreated to the open balcony where he continued to formulate his arguments to convince the governor.
“Ah! There you be, Centurion.”
Cornelius turned to find the Lady Procula approaching with that pretty young woman in tow.
“My Lady, how may I be of service to you?”
“Oh, no Centurion, it is I who is to be of service to you.” Turning to the young woman at her side, she exclaimed in mirth, “this lovely child had boldly requested to be reacquainted with yourself in regards to a marriage proposal promised her by you.”
Both women laughed mirthfully at the confused expression of Cornelius’ face.
“Be at peace, Centurion, for I am in jest… though I fear that there may be some truth in this marriage proposal. I will let this child explain. Mmmm?” She walks away chuckling.
Still confused and somewhat perplexed, Cornelius and young woman stood there watching each other. Uncomfortably, Cornelius broke the silence.
“I am afraid I am in a disadvantage, my lady. You seem to know me but I…”
“Ah, Cornelius, since you seem to have forgotten me, then I should not rely on you remembering your promise to marry me either, now that we are older!”
Amused by Cornelius’ confusion, she goes on teasingly, “Maybe, this will help… in a garden, under an old willow tree at my father’s estate in Athens.”
Recognition lit up Cornelius’ eyes, as he grasped her hand, “Pheobe!? Is it really you? You must forgive an old friend for not recognizing you immediately when my last memory of you was that of a mischievous little girl who helped me steal sweets from the kitchen.”
“So you remember me after all,” laughed Pheobe.
“How is your father?” asked Cornelius.
“He is well. And your father?”
“He, too, is in good health, thank the… the Lord. He still keeps up with news in the Senate, despite having retired from being magistrate. How do you come to be here in Palestine?”
“My father is a distant cousin of the Lady Procula, and he thought it would be a good idea for me to learn the basics of managing a household from her. So I accompanied her and her husband here as a companion,” replied Pheobe. “Congratulations on your various victories abroad. I… that is, my father has followed your career as best he could,” she said shyly. “Is Jacob still with you? I remember he had the most wonderful stories about his god,” asked Pheobe.
“Yes, he is still with me, especially now that he has a chance to come back to his homeland after all these years,” answered Cornelius.
Their conversation went on about family and the past. Then they were interrupted by a sudden loud cheering in the main room.
“The entertainment seems to have livened up,” murmured Cornelius. “Shall we go in to watch?”
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