Now I want to know how you came to be upon that gateway." So Miriam began and told him all her tale, while he listened patiently.
When she had done he rose and, limping round the little table, bent over and kissed her solemnly upon the brow.
"By all the gods of the Romans, Greeks, Christians, Jews, and barbarian nations, you are a noble-hearted woman," he said, "and that kiss is my tribute to you.

Little wonder that puppy, Marcus, is called The Fortunate, since, even when he deserved to die who suffered himself to be taken alive, you appeared to save him--to save him, by Venus, at the cost of your own sweet self.

Well, most noble traitress, what now ?" "I ask that question of you, Gallus.

What now?
Marcus, whom you should call no ill name, and who was overwhelmed through no fault of his own, fighting like a hero, has vanished----" "Across the Styx, I fear me.

Indeed that would be best for him, since no Roman must be taken prisoner and live." "Nay, I think not, or at the least I hope he lives.