He was led to the captain, in whom with relief he recognised Venantius of Nuceria.

His doubts being at an end, for he knew that this Roman noble had long since openly joined Totila, he begged that Venantius would hear him in private, and this being granted, began by telling in whose service he was.
'I thought I somehow remembered your face,' said the captain, whose look seemed to add that the face did not particularly please him.

'And where is the lord Marcian ?' 'In Rome, Illustrious.' 'You have come straight from Rome, then ?' The answer was affirmative and boldly given.
'And whither are you bound?
On what business ?' Sagaris, still obeying his master's injunctions, declared that he carried a verbal message to the King of the Goths, and for him alone.
Having reflected for a moment, Venantius called the soldier who stood without the door.
'See to the wants of this messenger.

Treat him hospitably, and bring him hither again in an hour's time.' The captain then walked to a house close by, where, admitted to the atrium, he was at once met by an elderly lady, who bent respectfully before him.
'Has the traveller yet risen ?' he began by asking.
'Not yet, my lord.

A little while ago his servant told me that he was still sleeping.' 'Good; he will recover from his fatigue.