The Nubians, my lord? Could you dream that my indignant zeal would for another instant suffer the two negligent servants to——?
Julian.
What! Surely you have not already——?
Decentius.
Call me hasty, if you will, noble Caesar. But[a]Caesar. But] my love to the Emperor and to his sorrow-stricken house would in truth be less than it is if, in such an hour, I were capable of calm reflection.
Julian.
Have you killed both the slaves?
Decentius.
Had not their negligence deserved a sevenfold death? They were two heathen savages, my lord! Their testimony would have been worthless; it was impossible to wring anything out of them, save that they had left their precious charge standing for some time unwatched in the antechamber, accessible to every one——
Julian.