Aeliana quickly bolted to her feet. "Mei dei!" she whispered, her hand going over her heart. She'd been caught... just like that.
Only... The man didn't walk purposefully like a Roman guard would. He looked rather hunched and kept looking over his shoulder. And from what she could see of his skin he was too dark to be one of the guards, not to mention too muscular. Which meant...
"Virum Celtae es?" You are the Celtic man? "Iulia, mei soror... Ubi est?" Julia, my sister, where is she? But then thinking, for surely the man would be here for his friend, she stood on tiptoe to get the keys off of their hook high on the wall. She passed them to the Celtic man, smiling. "I won't turn you in. As long as you let me come with you, because it will be the death penalty for me if another slave escapes when I was down here." She raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, not entirely sure that the man would understand. But she hoped he would.