'Lady of Rome, I spoke the truth—the gods can do no better. Thou mayest torture me, and I may die. I have, perchance, lived long enough, and it would be well to pass where I may serve the gods only.'
'Who art thou, slave, and what art thou, who speakest thus?'
'I know not who I am. What I am thou mayest know hereafter.'
'Understand I have power to torture thee!'
'I know all, and have dared to reply.'
'Hast thou no fear? Beware!'
'I have none, for the gods are with me, and my cause is just.'
'Just? Thou mockest. What justice canst thou demand, perjured one of Hades? Leave me, or I may be tempted to slay thee where thou standest; but that would not do. Sorceress, thy foul blood might haunt the Golden Room!'
Saronia went out, and wept great tears of sorrow.