I smiled. “That’s a funny dream, Briseis. But he was still as lame as ever and all that wealth could not buy his father and family back to life again, could it?” “No, my dear, but perhaps he married and had a family of his own. So choose a good tree, Master Claudius, and don’t come down till the last of the thieves are dead. That’s what my dream said.” “I’ll not come down even then, if I can help it, Briseis. I don’t want to be a receiver of stolen goods.” “You can always give them back, Master Claudius.” This was all very remarkable in the light of what happened later.
