“Who commands?”
Then to those by him, “Pour oil on the flames.”
At once from the braziers, tongues of brilliant light leaped high into the air.
“The name!” yelled the furious prince.
Then came the reply:—
“Cnæus Domitius Corbulo.”
And by the glare he saw, standing by the mast, distinct against the darkness of the night behind, the form of a man—and the face was the face of the murdered general.
Nero staggered back—and would have fallen unless caught by Helios.
“The dead pursue me,” he gasped. “Wife, mother, brother, and now, Corbulo!”
