“It is not a true one,” the keeper repeated. “It shows but five cells upon that floor, while there are six.”
“Six, sayest thou?”
“I will show you the floor as it is—or as I believe it to be.”
Upon a page of his tablets, Gesius drew the following diagram, and gave it to the tribune:
“Thou hast done well,” said the tribune, examining the drawing, and thinking the narrative at an end. “I will have the map corrected, or, better, I will have a new one made, and given thee. Come for it in the morning.”
So saying, he arose.
“But hear me further, O tribune.”
“To-morrow, Gesius, to-morrow.”
“That which I have yet to tell will not wait.”