Lucius could see that the balconies were all raised some ten feet above the ground, and they were fairly far from the outer wall. The only way he could see to reach them would be by climbing up the wall of the house itself, which would be just as hard as climbing the first wall had been. He crept over to the candlelit window and peered through. Within, he saw the triclinium, where
Cicero dined, reclining on a long chair. His old slave sat across from him, also eating. He also saw the dog, which was not quite as fierce as depicted on the mural, but he would still not care to run into it. It lay at the foot of the table, devouring the scraps dropped to the floor. None of them seemed to hear his approach.
"I do not know what to make of those Britannians,
Tiro," said
Cicero. "They seemed very odd. What business could they have had with
Cassius? And that Roman who was escorting them, he had a familiar look about him. It's like I've seen him before, but I can't quite place him."
"I know not, Dominus," said the slave. "I don't recall having seen him before, or any of them. You are correct, though, they are most unusual."