Besides, I felt--I have already said so--that something had come between us.

Yet, often as he was on the point of sacrificing me to the importunate Romans, I need only bid him gaze into the beaker, and exclaim 'You will not send me hence.

We belong together.

Whither one goes, the other will follow!' and he besought me not to leave him.

The very morning before the battle I gave him the drinking cup, urging him, whatever might happen, never, never to leave me.