By Steven Saylor
The yr is 52BC, and Rome is in turmoil. Rival gangs prowl the streets as Publius Clodius, a excessive born populist baby-kisser, and his arch-enemy, Tito Milo, struggle to manage the consular elections. but if Clodius is murdered at the Appian manner and Milo is accused of the crime, the town explodes with riots and arson.
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I turned to Eco. "As he said, Papa, we met him last year, at Caesar's winter headquarters up in Ravenna. ' One of the general's top men, according to Meto. We were barely introduced. I'd forgotten about it myself I'm surprised he remembers us. But then, the man's a politician, of course. He's been back in Rome for several months, running for office. I've seen him in the Forum, canvassing for votes. " "Have I? " III Over breakfast, Bethesda and Diana demanded to know everything. I tried to soften my description of Clodius's corpse in deference to their appetites, but they insisted on all the gruesome details.
She stood for a long moment beside her husband's body, staring at it. Then she lifted her face to the sky and let out a cry of anguish that turned my blood cold. It was like the cry of a wild beast rending the cold night air; if any still slept on the Palatine, surely it woke them. Fulvia tore at her hair, lifted her arms to heaven and threw herself across her husband's body. Her nephew and Sextus Cloelius made a fumbling attempt to restrain her, then stepped back in awe as she shrieked and beat her fists against the bier.
I think so. " "Well enough. " He hummed to himself, then grunted. "You're Meto's father, aren't you? " I tried to get a better look at him. I could make out his rugged features - the strong brow, the flattened boxer's nose - but I still didn't recognize him. "You and I met last year," he said, "briefly, when you came to visit Meto in Ravenna. " He paused for a moment. When I gave no sign of remembering, he shrugged. "Well, then, what's happening around the bend? " "No. " "Yes. They've come to see the body.