“What! has she too been murdered?” exclaimed Gyges.
“Nay. Verily do I believe she died of a broken heart,” replied Macro.
“But is there no one with whom thou canst communicate?” asked Gyges, despairingly.
Macro thought for a moment, and then replied: “Ay, there is Antonia; but she is the mother of Livilla. However, I will see her and procure a letter from her to Tiberius. I will be silent about her daughter. Sejanus only will I accuse. Ay, Antonia can, and she will, help us. She is the only one in Rome whom Tiberius seems to respect. How can I thank thee for thy information, my Gyges? How can I ever repay thee?”
“Let me but see my Psyche, O Macro. Let me but send her a letter is all I ask.”
“But there are important duties now to be done,” said Macro, thoughtfully. “All communications that go to the emperor must pass through the hands of Sejanus.”
“Then no word can be sent to the emperor?” anxiously asked Gyges.
“Hold!” exclaimed Macro, excitedly. “I possess a duplicate seal of Sejanus. He gave it me to sign his correspondence. That will help us. But come! I must return to Rome this night. Meet me here two nights hence.”
“But I may be prevented,” replied Gyges. “Thou knowest that I am sought by the soldiers.”
“I will give thee a passport—” He hesitated a moment, and then added, “Perchance ’twould be better that thou shouldst rest here in this house until I return.”