Letter 396
To Mantitheos. (355 AD)
From the letter you sent us some time ago, we expected you to come in person. So it was a surprise to receive a letter from Europe instead.
When I got your letter, I saw no reason to delay. I went straight to the man you wanted, deployed every compliment I had on your behalf, and urged him to send for you.
But he replied: "If you don't know what he's done, you're asleep. If you do know and still produce such praise for a character like that, you're looking to put him at ease while showing little concern for me." When I tried to refute the charges, he said a credible man had arrived from Ionia with a full report, and that I should stop pressing him.
Now, I know perfectly well that you've committed no wrong — if something unfortunate happened, it was bad luck, not misconduct. I know your character, and I myself have been stung by people who lie without scruple.
What needed to be done on our end, then, has not been accomplished on that front. But if you see some other path where I can be of any use, write to me, and you won't find me idle.
As for the matter of the wicked slave and the good brothers, here is what happened: under the governorship of Honoratus, a soldier came for them, seized them, and led them away. But while they were still on the road, Honoratus left office, and his successor released the prisoners — obviously having sold the release.
When Nebridios learned of this, he exacted a double punishment on the soldier: he had him flogged and expelled from the rolls, then sent others to track down the fugitives. So it goes for us — some troubles arrive while others refuse to be resolved. Still, we must trust that a day will come when we draw from the better jar.
Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.
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How do you think my heart was pained at hearing of the slanders heaped on me by some of those that feel no fear of the Judge, who shall destroy them that speak leasing? I spent nearly the whole night sleepless, thinking of your words of love; so did grief lay hold upon my heart of hearts. For verily, in the words of Solomon, slander humbles a man.