Domitia, however, made her way from among the excited and alarmed throng, and finding some of her own slaves, bade them bring Eboracus to her.
“I am here, lady,” answered the Briton.
“Then quick—with me. Not a moment is to be lost. Light a torch and lead the way.”
“Whither, mistress?”
“To the Tullianum.”
He stared at her in amazement.
“Quick—a life, a precious life is at stake. Not a minute must we delay or it will be too late.”
“I am ready, lady.”
He snatched a torch from an attendant, and advanced towards a postern gate that communicated with a flight of steps leading to the Forum. It was employed almost wholly by the servants and was used for communication between the kitchen and the markets.
“Shall we take any one else with us?” asked Eboracus. He answered himself—“Yes—here is Euphrosyne. She shall attend, and a boy shall carry the link. At night—and on such a night, I must have both arms at my disposal.”