“About that I have no opinion.”
“Clemens was cast to the lions by Nero, but some witchcraft charmed them, and they would not touch him.”
Domitia said nothing to this. She was desirous of being rid of her self-imposed escort.
“You must wish me success,” said the young prince. “I am off to Germany. There has been revolt there, and I go to subdue it.”
“By all means carry with you a pair of shears.”
“What mean you?”
“To obtain a crop of golden hair from the German women, wherewith to grace your triumph.”
Domitian knitted his brows.
“You have a sharp tongue.”
“I need one. It is a woman’s sole defence.”