In Marcian it produced a sudden, unaccountable fear.

Leaping on to his horse, he cursed the driver for slowness.

Another minute, and they were speeding onward.
Marcian watched anxiously the course of the silver orb above them.

When it began to descend seaward, the animals were showing signs of weariness; before daybreak he must perforce call a halt.

In conversation with the leader of his guard, he told the reason of their hasting on by night (known already to the horseman, a trusted follower of the Bishop of Praeneste), and at length announced his resolve to turn off the Latin Way into the mountains, with the view of gaining the little town Aletrium, whence, he explained, they could cross the hills to the valley of the Liris, and so descend again to the main road.