They lifted the body of that cursing wretch.

Back and forth they swung it as one counted.

Then over it went with reaching hands and fell upon the moonlit plane of water.
They could see him rise and turn towards the isle, swimming.

Weighted by his burden, he swam not twice his length before the sea closed above him.
"I thought he had struck you with his dagger," said one of the seamen.
"It would have done no harm," Appius replied.

"I have a corselet under my tunic.