And here I am in Rome with one of my ships, disguised as a trader, riding at the river wharf." "And the name of the Roman who ruined you and my father ?" said Agias.
"Was Lucius Domitius.

The friend who saved me was Sextus Drusus, son of Marcus Drusus, the reformer.

And if I do not recompense them both as they deserve, I am not Demetrius the pirate, captain of seven ships!" "You will never recompense Sextus Drusus," remarked Agias, quietly.
"He has been dead, slain in Gaul, these five years." "Such is the will of the gods," said Demetrius, looking down.
"But he has left a son." "Ah! What sort of a man ?" "The noblest of all noble Romans.

He is the Quintus Drusus who saved my life, as last night I told you." "Mithras be praised! The name is so common among these Latins that I did not imagine any connection when you mentioned it.

What can I do to serve him ?" "Immediately, nothing.