‘Perhaps the worthy Lygdus also informed you who the favoured few friends of the Prefect were to be? It might be interesting to know.’
‘No, noble Plautia, he did not say who was going, except, of course, the guard of Pretorians, with the first Centurion—the tall young brother of Caius Martialis.’
‘Ah! thus much you know for certain, Glaucus?’ said Plautia carelessly.
‘Yea, for Lygdus heard the order given.’
‘Well, there cannot be any better authority than that, unless the Prefect change his mind.’
‘Truly he might.’
‘And so you cannot give me the names of the chosen companions of Sejanus?—they would be worth hearing,’ said Plautia.
‘Indeed I cannot, at present, for the eunuch knew not himself; but I might hear before long.’
‘In that case you will let me know.’
‘I shall fly, like a swallow, to acquaint you,’ was the answer of the devoted freedman.