Excerpt: ...rearranged the bowknot of his girdle. "What does she want with Livius? He usually gets sent for when somebody needs punishing. Who do you suppose has fallen foul of her?" "Himself! He sent her messenger back with word he was engaged on palace business. I heard her tell the slave to go again and not return without him! Bacchus! But it ...Read MoreExcerpt: ...rearranged the bowknot of his girdle. "What does she want with Livius? He usually gets sent for when somebody needs punishing. Who do you suppose has fallen foul of her?" "Himself! He sent her messenger back with word he was engaged on palace business. I heard her tell the slave to go again and not return without him! Bacchus! But it wouldn't worry me if Livius should lose his head! For an aristocrat he has more than his share of undignified curiosity- forever poking his sharp nose into other people's business. Marcia may have found him out. Let's hope!" At the foot of the marble stairway, in the hall below Marcia's apartment, Livius stood remonstrating, growing nervous. Marcia, dressed in the dignified robes of a Roman matron, that concealed even her ankles and suggested the demure, self-conscious rectitude of olden times, kept touching his breast with her ivory fan, he flinching from the touch, subduing irritation. "If the question is, what I want with you, Livius, the answer is, that I invite you. Order your litter brought." "But Marcia, I am subprefect. I am responsible to-" "Did you hear?" "But if you will tell where we are going, I might feel justified in neglecting the palace business. I assure you I have important work to do." "There are plenty who can attend to it," said Marcia. "The most important thing in your life, Livius, is my good-will. You are delaying me." Livius glared at Caia Poppeia, the lady-in-waiting, who was smiling, standing a little behind Marcia. He hoped she would take the hint and withdraw out of earshot, but she had had instructions, and came half a step closer. "Will you let me go back to my office and-" "No!" answered Marcia. He yielded with a nervous gesture, that implored her not to make an indiscretion. A subprefect, in the nature of his calling, had too many enemies to relish repetition in the palace precincts of a threat from Marcia, however baseless it might be. And besides, it might be something serious...Read Less
New. This item is printed on demand. Set during the reign of the Emperor Commodus, here is Talbot Mundy's tale of palace intrigue, the brutalities and debaucheries of Rome, and a man who would make himself ruler of the civilized world! Features an introductio.
New. This item is printed on demand. Sorbanus brought the skewbald stallion. Not far away a group of women danced around a dozen drunken men, who sang uproariously. Seen against the background of purple and dark-green gloom, with crimson torchlight flaring on.
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