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The editor, a senator of the family Ceionii, sponsored the beast show once every five years, though it wasn’t nearly as extravagant as it once was. Eucher saw the editor seated some distance to his right, his physician next to him, waving a shallow bowl under his nose, trying to calm him. The aged man was prone to fits. The …

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“And what of his wife,” the official continued, “who takes Rome’s treasures for her own? A piety, we’re told, to rid the city of idols.” Again, he was mocking, accusing Eucher’s mother of coveting the jeweled necklace that once adorned the statue of the goddess Vesta but now adorned her neck. “As a Roman,” Eucher shouted, “I appreciate what’s Roman.” …

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*** When Eucher arrived at the Flavian amphitheater, his assistants left for their seats at the top of the arena. His bodyguard set chairs on the podium and then withdrew. Only Gallus remained, sitting beside his master in a silver chair, his hands folded in his lap. Despite the heat, he kept his azure robe wound about him. Eucher’s gaze …

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Chapter II Arsace left Eucher before they reached the Pantheon. Eucher knew his Adjutant feared temples as if the sacrificial smoke might pollute him. Since Arsace avoided the shows and executions, too, Eucher was free of scrutiny for much of his day. Eucher arrived at the building restored by that philhellene whose life sometimes filled his thoughts more than his …

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Eucher wandered to where spitted links sizzled at a sausage-maker’s cart. A beggar sat against a wall, a sackcloth draped over his bony frame and his legs propped against his chest. His short garment spread tightly from knee-to-knee, inflicting his nakedness on anyone who happened by. His eyes followed the feet as they passed and stopped on Eucher’s scarlet boots. …

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