and his companions walked through the vestibule into a large open-air courtyard. Various doorways led off from it in different directions, and a corridor led deeper into the house. In the atrium were several people. A tall, gray-haired woman of about sixty years old strode forward to greet her guests. Her beauty had not yet faded despite her age. "Welcome to my home, travelers," she said. "I am Servilia
." She introduced four more of the people present in turn, each of them wearing a toga with a purple stripe. "Allow me to introduce my son Brutus
, my son-in-law Cassius
, whom you have come to see, Servilius Casca
, and Publius Servilius Scaevola
, more distant relations." She then pointed out an man of about her own age with white hair and deep, thoughtful eyes. Another man of the same age who was obviously a slave stood behind his shoulder, wax tablet and stylus in hand. "And last, but certainly not least, is Marcus Tullius Cicero
, the famous orator."