The battle spirit mounted in him.
The sky was darkening when the boat drew up to one of the busy quays of Puteoli.

Stars had begun to twinkle.

Cappadox aided his bruised and stiffened master to disembark.
"To-night rest," cried Drusus, forgetting all his wounds.

"To-morrow away to Rome.

And at Rome--the war of the Gods and the Giants!".