Perhaps to Cumae.

The thought stung Basil to frenzy, for, if Veranilda once fell into the hands of the Greeks, what hope had he of ever seeing her again?
'Did Petronilla know ?' he asked of Marcian.
'Who can say ?' answered his friend, easily understanding the curtailed question.

'Like enough that she had sent to Cumae to learn all she could; and in that case, she found, you may be sure, ready instruments of her malice.

Were it not better,' Marcian added in an aside, 'to tell Venantius what danger threatened Veranilda ?' The warlike Roman, who, aroused on an alarm, had instantly equipped himself with casque and sword, stood listening to what passed, sniffing the air and rolling his eyes about as if he desired nothing better than a conflict.

The others now drew him aside into a more private place, and made known to him their reason for fearing that the Gothic maiden had been seized by emissaries from Cumae.
'Had I heard that story before,' said Venantius, all but laughing with angry surprise, 'Veranilda would now be safe in my castle; for, instead of lingering, I should have come straightway, to rescue her and you.
Holy Peter and Paul! You sported here, day after day, knowing that the hounds of Justinian had scent of the maid you carried away?
You, Basil, might commit such folly, for you were blinded to everything by your love.