I felt my love of horses growing in me with my admiration for so perfect a horseman, felt the like in all the spectators.
Team after team and chariot after chariot he tried out.
Meanwhile Tanno and I, seated comfortably side by side, varied our watching of Commodus and our praises of his driving with talk of my embroilment with both sides of the feud, with rehearsing to each other the unseen missteps which had led me into such a hideous predicament, and with discussions of what might be done to set me right with both clans.

Also he described again to me what had occurred on the road after I was knocked senseless and rehearsed his version of both fights, I commenting and telling him what I recalled.
"What occupies my thoughts most," he said, "is that statuesque horseback informer planted by the roadside in the rain.

What in the name of Mercury was he doing in your Sabine fog so early on a wet day ?" I was unable to make any conjecture.
For some time Commodus was almost uninterruptedly on the arena, making his changes from team to team, with scarcely an instant's interval.

When he lingered under the arcade at the starting end of the Stadium Tanno remarked: "We had best join the gathering.

Do you feel sufficiently rested ?" I stood up and, for the first time that day, did so without any dizziness, lightheadedness or weakness in my knees.