His head rang upon the pavement.
Then they stood for a while, as motionless as the corpse, listening.
Nothing could be heard but the murmuring of the wind through the half-opened door.
The latter led into a narrow passage.

Spendius advanced along it, Matho followed him, and they found themselves almost immediately in the third enclosure, between the lateral porticoes, in which were the dwellings of the priests.
Behind the cells there must be a shorter way out.

They hastened along.
Spendius squatted down at the edge of the fountain and washed his bloodstained hands.

The women slept.

The emerald vine shone.