“Ay, my lord.”
Sejanus called a soldier, who promptly appeared.
“Search immediately for Gyges the charioteer! Arrest him!”
“What have I said that makes thee arrest him?” asked Psyche, in a tone of fear.
“Nothing.”
“What have I done, O Sejanus, that I should be here? Where are my parents?” she plaintively pleaded.
“Thy brother read a letter,” replied Sejanus. “He sewed into his tunic a message about that letter. Thy parents read the message. Thou didst hold the tunic in thy hands, thou sayest, and therefore thou also must have read the message.”
“Nay, ’tis not true, O Sejanus. I saw no message.”
“I do not believe thee. Thy brother lied to me. Thy parents lied to me. Now the sister lies to me.”
“I lie not, O Sejanus.”