Antiochus and one or two slaves were ready with lanterns, and led the general and Drusus out of the gloomy cantonment, along a short stretch of road, to a mill building, where in the dim light of the last flickers of day could be seen a carriage with mules.
"I have hired this as you wished," said the freedman, briefly.
"It is well," responded his patron.
Antiochus clambered upon the front seat; a stout German serving-man was at the reins.

Caesar motioned to Drusus to sit beside him behind.
There were a few necessaries in the carriage, but no other attendants, no luggage cart.

The German shook the reins over the backs of the two mules, and admonished them in his barbarous native dialect.

The dim shadow of the mill faded from sight; the lights of the praetorium grew dimmer and dimmer: soon nothing was to be seen outside the narrow circle of pale light shed on the ground ahead by the lantern.
The autumn season was well advanced.

The day however had been warm.
The night was sultry.