She may at this moment be in Rome.

The ship that carried her off was large enough, they say, to make the voyage, and winds have been favourable.

My good Decius, I am so overcome with misery that I forget even to ask how you sped on the sea.' 'A smooth and rapid voyage.

I had only time to reperuse with care the _Silvae_ of Statius--his Epicedion being appropriate to my mood.
Arrived at Portus, I sent a post to those who awaited the ship's coming, and the remains of Maximus were brought with all due honour to their resting place.' 'Was the deacon Leander here to receive you ?' asked Basil.
'I learnt that he had not yet been heard of.' They exchanged a significant look, and Basil remarked that he would soon discover the deacon's movements since his leaving Surrentum.
Marcian was even now on his way to visit Petronilla, and would come with news this evening.
'If I could know,' he cried, 'whether she has been delivered to the Greeks, or is kept imprisoned by that Megaera! It may be that Petronilla is ignorant of what I have told you; yet, if so, I fear she will soon learn it, for Chorsoman will write--if the barbarian can write--to Bessas, and cannot but mention her.

There are prisons in Rome for those who offend the tyrant of Byzantium.' 'It troubles me to hear you say that,' said Decius, with an anxious glance.
'I, too, may be in peril, you think,' replied his kinsman gloomily.
'True, all the more that I am known to have just inherited.