"Tell the king and write to Caesar about it.

So you will prove your faithfulness and devotion.

Loving Caesar, you have been a spy self-appointed.

Antipater shall be put to death, and we--we shall have honor and glory and, maybe, a palace of many towers." She put her arms about his neck and gave him a look whose meaning he understood.
"By all the gods! you are worthy to be the wife as well as the daughter of a king," he whispered, his cheeks red with enthusiasm.

"But they will think me a poor spy if I give not the names of the conspirators, and how may I ?" "But the God-fearing fool, Vergilius--you know he is of them ?" "I am sure--I heard his voice, but I have not seen him." "You shall see him," said she, with rising fury in her eyes; "and I shall see him"-- she paused, her hands clinched, her tongue sorting hot words--"melting in fire," she added, fiercely.