barely took notice of the play any more, though the actors weren't half bad, an aroma of the wine had brought him back some years, to a crisp January day when they'd marched the army across the Rubicon. Things were different back then, they'd all been younger men. He smiled as he thought of Antony
rejoining their ranks on the banks of the river, having fled the wrath of the outraged Senate.
A shiver ran down his spine and Germanicus
washed it down with a sip of wine.
", he whispered the name into his cup. It had changed a lot, for Rome and for his family. The death of Crassus
had permanently disrupted the balance of power in the Triumvirate, and the death of Crassus
's son, Publius Licinius Crassus
, had left his daughter a widow. Germanicus
had been struck by the grief of his heart-broken daughter appear on his doorstep, but he'd also been happy to have her close again, together with his granddaughter.
had been foolish, though the richest man in Rome and of the three most powerful, he was never content to be in Caesar
's shadow. And what shadows those men cast! He felt the bitter-sweet sting of nostalgia. Caesar
was the only one left alive of the Triumvirate. The times had indeed changed, the world was changing and somehow he felt that younger and more hungry men were waiting out there in the shadows to seize the reigns from them, just like Oedipus
had when he'd struck down his father.
"Claudius, would you fetch us some more wine, I fear I have run out. Memories are such thirsty places.
"He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was not to recognize it."