He waved an adieu to the Magian, and hastened back to the great hall.

There he strictly instructed one of his subordinates to take care that the gem-cutter and his son Philip found places on board a galley bound for Sardinia.
At the great door he again met Serapion, with the Syrian at his heels, and the Magian said: "My friend here has just seen a clay figure, molded by some practiced hand.

It represents Caesar as a defiant warrior, but in the shape of a deformed dwarf.

It is hideously like him; you can see it at the Elephant tavern." The Egyptian pressed his hand, with an eager "That will serve," and hastily went out.
Two hours slipped by, and Zminis was still waiting in Caesar's anteroom.
The Greek, Aristides, shared his fate, the captain hitherto of the armed guard; while Zminis had been the head of the spies, intrusted with communicating written reports to the chief of the night-watch.

The Greek's noble, soldierly figure looked strikingly fine by the slovenly, lank frame of the tall Egyptian.