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I assumed an exaggerated imitation of Dromanus' most grandiloquent manner and in his orotund unctuous delivery I declaimed: "'My master is Numerius Vedius Vindex. "They looked sour enough at that, I promise you, and I made out that they were Satronians for certain. The two fellows exchanged a glance, thanked me politely and went on.
Dromanus called from behind the curtains of the litter: "'This is Hedulio's road: turn to the right. "I was stubborn and sang back at him: "'Hedulio has told me all about this country. This is not his land. It is further on at the next brook.
"He had enough sense to tell us the name of the village," Tanno retorted, "and I had to acknowledge to Dromanus he was right, and so we turned round. When we were hardly more than out of sight of Vediamnum we met another party, a respectable-looking man, much like a farm bailiff, on horseback, and two slaves afoot. I had not seen them before, and they, apparently, had not previously seen us.
"We went on over the next bridge past the entrance to the south, and I felt more and more that Dromanus was right and I was wrong, and yet I grew more and more stubborn. When we passed the sixth bridge and I saw the stream getting bigger and turning to the left, I knew I was wrong.
The rider asked, very decently, whose was the party. I treated them as I had the others. "'My master is asleep, I said again. "I had guessed that they were Vedians and I was sure of it when I said that. The slaves scowled and the bailiff saluted very stiffly. "Just after we turned into your road, I stopped the escort and told Dromanus to take his horse.
It is all washed, guttered, dusty in the open places, puddly where trees hang over it and full of loose stones on top everywhere. "I was so horribly jolted that I called the bearers to stop. I made Dromanus get off his horse and give me his poncho and his big felt hat. Then I got on his horse and told him to get into the litter. He was embarrassed.
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