While speaking, his face lost its usual torpor, and in him was roused the soldier to whom hope had restored his former energy.
Nazarius was flushed with delight, and, raising his hands, he exclaimed,
“May Christ give her health, for she will be free.”
“Dost thou think that the guards will consent?” inquired Petronius.
“They, lord? Yes, if they know that punishment and torture will not touch them.”
“The guards would consent to her flight; all the more will they let us bear her out as a corpse,” said Vinicius.
“There is a man, it is true,” said Nazarius, “who burns with red-hot iron to see if the bodies which we carry out are dead. But he will take even a few sestertia not to touch the face of the dead with iron. For one aureus he will touch the coffin, not the body.”
“Tell him that he will get a cap full of aurei,” said Petronius. “But canst thou find reliable assistants?”
“I can find men who would sell their own wives and children for money.”
“Where wilt thou find them?”