It is time.

Bring me my cloak." He looked then suddenly at Aquila.

The Roman's face had cleared of its astonishment and discomfiture.
"Well enough," the courier said bluntly and closed his lips.

The servitor reappeared with his master's cloak and kerchief.

After him came Keturah, the handmaiden, and Hiram, a camel-driver, prepared for a journey.