Because of a solicitor from one of Jerusalem’s charitable institutions, Herbst couldn’t tell his tale, and Henrietta couldn’t hear it. I will therefore take the matter into my own hands and relate the plot of the tragedy Herbst hoped to compose, though I won’t break it down into acts and scenes. I’ll include the entire plot. I’ll tell the story. I’ll choose tender language suited to such a tale.
There was once a sweet and fetching girl. She was motherless, and her father was a high-ranking officer in the emperor’s army. Because he was busy fighting the emperor’s enemies and the like, he couldn’t keep an eye on his daughter. The wife of — , a childhood friend, took her under her wing, invited her to live in her home, and hired teachers and tutors to endow her with knowledge, wisdom, religion, music. In all these endeavors, she was successful. And her success was matched by charm, which increased from day to day.
The wife of — had a stepbrother, the son of a woman her father had married after her own mother’s death. His name was Yohanan, and he was a nobleman, who served in the emperor’s court. When this Yohanan came to visit his sister and saw the girl his sister was raising, he fell deeply in love with her. His sister didn’t interfere, for she loved her brother Yohanan and was eager to make him happy. Yohanan loved the girl, and she responded with love. They didn’t see each other as often as they wished, because he lived in the capital, far away. But fortune smiled on him, as she often does on those she favors. The emperor’s wife was impressed with the girl. She invited her to live in her home and join the other young girls who were members of her court.
When the girl left to serve the empress in the capital city, her mother-guardian sent along a slave she had bought, whose name was Basileios.
Basileios was a God-fearing man who served his mistress faithfully. He knew that God works wisely on behalf of His sons, on behalf of their souls, to be redeemed through the suffering of Christ. He was tied by bonds of gratitude to his mistress and her entire family, who had bought him to be a slave in their household but didn’t castrate him, allowing him to remain as he was, as God had created him. Yet that which is a blessing to all men can be a stumbling block to a man in bondage. He had cast an eye on his mistress. Being so close to her, seeing her beauty and charm every minute of every day, he was consumed with desire for her, and his love for her became more intense from day to day.
When the girl arrived at the court of the empress, she hoped to see her true love. And he expected to see her. How despondent they were, how baffled and sad, for, whenever they were about to meet, a sudden obstacle prevented them from seeing each other.
The obstacles were numerous and varied. As the obstacles multiplied, so did their love. They didn’t know or understand how it was and why it was that they weren’t seeing each other.
All the obstacles and accidents were contrived by Basileios. Basileios devised these schemes to keep the other servants from learning about the relationship between his young mistress and Yohanan the nobleman. Not because he considered himself a rival, for no slave could compete with noblemen and respected citizens. But Basileios knew full well that the emperor had noticed the girl and coveted her, that he was waiting for the day when the empress would be in labor, occupied with the pains of childbirth, oblivious to everything else around her. Then the emperor would have the girl brought to him. If the emperor were to learn of the relationship between her and the nobleman Yohanan, he would have Yohanan sent to the battlefield, never to return. The girl would not see her true love ever again. This was the source of the obstacles that littered the lovers’ path. No one other than Basileios, the girl’s faithful servant, knew any of this or guessed that anything was amiss.