The Darkest and Most Piercing Pair of Eyes That Ever Shone From a Mortal Head

At the very threshold, he whispered in my ear, briton, if you value that tawny skin of yours i saved this morning, speak true and straight to him who sits within. And without another word, he thrust me into the rough pavilion. At a little table dark with usage and scarred with campaigning, a man was sitting an ample toga, partly hiding the close fitting leather vest he wore. Beneath it, his long and nervous fingers were urging over the tablets before him. A stylus with a speed few in those days commanded,. While a little earthenware lamp with a flickering wick burning in the turned up spout, cast a wa