“Sejanus has destroyed it.”
“Where are the lad’s parents?”
“They are still in prison, my lord.”
“And the maiden Psyche?”
“She is a prisoner at Pandataria.”
“Ah, is she, then, the criminal that Sejanus has described to me?” asked the emperor, now truly surprised.
“Believe me, O mighty emperor, she is as pure and innocent as a Vestal Virgin!” cried the young charioteer. “Can she not be freed, my lord?”
“She shall suffer no harm at Pandataria,” said Tiberius, in a tone that gave Gyges hopeful assurance.
“I thank thee, my lord, I thank thee!” exclaimed Gyges, with tremulous emotion.
“Now leave me,” ordered Tiberius. “On the morrow at daybreak thou shalt carry from Capri letters to Macro.”