Cresta descends the gangplank down to secure Roman ground where two of her servants with a chariot and a magnificent horse are waiting for her. She doesn´t need the passport that is provided for the foreign tourists

because she is registered as citizen in spite of her somewhat muddled descent. Cresta dumps luggage and souvenirs into the chariot and takes the reins of the big, dark stallion. Knowing her well, the servants haven´t brought a litter but her favourite horse. Mag, darling, I missed you! Affectionatly she runs her fingers through the horse´s mane. She swings herself into the saddle, waves at her servants, and in a cloud of dust she gallops down the road towards the Eternal City.