"You can take this ring of mine, and by its aid go through the whole legion, and obtain the best horses for flight, before anything is discovered.

Your conscience need not trouble you.

You will only have done as I earnestly requested." The cold sweat started to Drusus's forehead, his head swam; he knew that it was more than the mist of the river-fog that drifted before his eyes.

Then, filled with a sudden impulse, he sprang on the general and wrenched the dagger from its sheath.
"Here!" cried Caesar, tearing back the mantle from his breast.
"There!" cried Drusus, and the bright blade glinted once in the air, and splashed down into the dark ripple.

He caught the Imperator about the arms, and flung his head on the other's neck.
"Oh! Imperator," he cried, "do not desert us.