“How did he come?” cried Marcus.
“Same way as he went back to Rome.”
“Of course,” cried the boy, impatiently. “But how was that?”
“With chariots and horsemen.”
“Are you sure? I saw none.”
“Didn’t go down to the village to look?”
“No; I had too much to think of.”
“So had I,” said Serge; “but I went and looked all the same. There was a grand chariot and a lot of horsemen, and it was in that chariot that, after walking down to the village, the master went away.”
“Oh, then they must be far ahead,” cried Marcus.
“Yes; at Rome before now.”