He had a good supply, too, of the inevitable bread and sausage, and there was water for the taking.
He turned from the road and walked through a wood higher up the side of the mountain, having caught a gleam of white through the trees and being anxious to ascertain its nature.

He found the remains of a small and ancient marble temple--temple he took it to be--and he was sure that it had been erected there perhaps fifteen centuries ago by the Romans.

He knew from his reading that they had marched and fought and settled throughout all this region and in almost all of Austria.

Marcus Aurelius might have been here, he might even have built the temple itself, and other Roman emperors might have stood in the shadow of its shattered columns.
It was a round temple, like those to Ceres that he had seen in Italy, and while some of the columns had fallen others stood, and a portion of the roof was there.

He saw for himself a place under this fragment of a roof and against a pillar.
But he devoted his attention first to supper.