The way was lined with tall warehouses and grain storehouses,[148] the precursors of the modern "elevators." They could see the tawny Tiber water flashing between the stone arches of the bridge.

The swarms of peasants and countrymen driving herds of lowing kine and bleating sheep toward the adjacent Forum Boarium seemed unsuspicious and inoffensive.

A moment more and all Drusus's tremors and anxieties would have passed as harmless fantasy.
[148] _Horreae_.
Their feet were on the bridge.

They could notice the wind sweeping through the tall cypresses in the gardens where waited the steeds that were to take them to safety.

The friends quickened their pace.