“He sleeps!”
“I warrant you—right soundly.”
She uttered a smothered cry.
“Put down the lamp!”
She turned and faced the jailer. “Leave me alone with him. I will wake him. I know he but sleeps.”
The man hesitated.
Then Eboracus pressed forward and laid hold of the jailer and whispered—“Go without, it is the Augusta!”
The keeper of the prison started, raised his hand to his lips, bowed, set the lamp on the moist floor and drew back.
“Without! Without all!” ordered Domitia.
Then Eboracus pulled the jailer out of the cell. Euphrosyne stood doubtful whether to remain with her mistress or obey—but an impatient sign from the Empress drove her forth, and the British slave closed the door.