The learned gentleman, before anyone could stop him, said, 'I only wish we could see Caesar some time.'
And, of course, in just the little time the Psammead took to blow itself out for wish-giving, the five, or six counting the Psammead, found themselves in Caesar's camp, just outside Caesar's tent. And they saw Caesar. The Psammead must have taken advantage of the loose wording of the learned gentleman's wish, for it was not the same time of day as that on which the wish had been uttered among the dried ferns. It was sunset, and the great man sat on a chair outside his tent gazing over the sea towards Britain--everyone knew without being told that it was towards Britain. Two golden eagles on the top of posts stood on each side of the tent, and on the flaps of the tent which was very gorgeous to look at were the letters S.P.Q.R.
The great man turned unchanged on the newcomers the august glance that he had turned on the violet waters of the Channel. Though they had suddenly appeared out of nothing, Caesar never showed by the faintest movement of an eyelid, by the least tightening of that firm mouth, that they were not some long expected embassy.
He waved a calm hand towards the sentinels, who sprang weapons in hand towards the newcomers.
'Back!' he said in a voice that thrilled like music. 'Since when has Caesar feared children and students?'
To the children he seemed to speak in the only language they knew; but the learned gentleman heard--in rather a strange accent, but quite intelligibly--the lips of Caesar speaking in the Latin tongue, and in that tongue, a little stiffly, he answered--'It is a dream, O Caesar.'
'A dream?' repeated Caesar. 'What is a dream?'
'This,' said the learned gentleman.
'Not it,' said Cyril, 'it's a sort of magic. We come out of another time and another place.'
'And we want to ask you not to trouble about conquering Britain,' said Anthea; 'it's a poor little place, not worth bothering about.'
'Are you from Britain?' the General asked. 'Your clothes are uncouth, but well woven, and your hair is short as the hair of Roman citizens, not long like the hair of barbarians, yet such I deem you to be.' 'We're not,' said Jane with angry eagerness;
'we're not barbarians at all. We come from the country where the sun never sets, and we've read about you in books; and our country's full of fine things--St Paul's, and the Tower of London, and Madame Tussaud's Exhibition, and--' Then the others stopped her.
'Don't talk nonsense,' said Robert in a bitter undertone.
Caesar looked at the children a moment in silence. Then he called a soldier and spoke with him apart. Then he said aloud--'You three elder children may go where you will within the camp.
Few children are privileged to see the camp of Caesar. The student and the smaller girl-child will remain here with me.'
Nobody liked this; but when Caesar said a thing that thing was so, and there was an end to it. So the three went.
Left alone with Jane and the learned gentleman, the great Roman found it easy enough to turn them inside out. But it was not easy, even for him, to make head or tail of the insides of their minds when he had got at them.
The learned gentleman insisted that the whole thing was a dream, and refused to talk much, on the ground that if he did he would wake up.
Jane, closely questioned, was full of information about railways, electric lights, balloons, men-of-war, cannons, and dynamite.
'And do they fight with swords?' asked the General.
'Yes, swords and guns and cannons.'
Caesar wanted to know what guns were.
'You fire them,' said Jane, 'and they go bang, and people fall down dead.'
'But what are guns like?'
Jane found them hard to describe.
'But Robert has a toy one in his pocket,' she said. So the others were recalled.
