Chapter Three
Next morning there was no one in sight on the ancient pathway. Not that Tibullus looked until mid morning: he woke up late and lay luxuriously in bed a good while, with a marvellous relaxed feeling of well-being running through him. He got up eventually, threw on some clothes and went to the main dining quarters where he ate some fruit and drank some water. Then he went outside and remembered about the travellers last night.
It seemed completely clear. But he left the villa and strode out towards the spot where he’d seen the fires. When he got nearer he could see the remains of a camp fire.
Of course there was nothing extraordinary about travellers camping out at night. They did so regularly; moreover you would expect them to prefer to do it up here on the hills rather tha
