"It holds still. But if it break--"
"Then I, as once before, am the bolt of Rome! Forward!"
Syphax led up the snorting horses.
Cethegus swung himself into the saddle.
"Away! Where is your brother Marcus?"
"At the bulwark by the Forum."
As Cethegus and Lucius were galloping off, they were met by a mass of mercenaries, Isaurians and Abasgians, who fled from the river.
"Fly!" they cried. "Save the Prefect!"
"Where is Cethegus?"
"Here--to save you! Turn back. To the river!"