Chapter 18

“The litters are neither carried nor drawn by horses or men, Mallius,” said von Harben. The officer leaned back against the soft cushions of the carriage, roaring with laughter. “They fly then, I presume,” he jeered. “By Hercules, you must tell this all over again to Septimus Favonius. I promise you that he will love you.” They were passing along a broad avenue bordered by old trees. There was no pavement and the surface of the street was deep with dust. The houses were built quite up to the street line and where t…