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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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*** “Rome stinks,” complained Arsace as he waddled another step and tried to fan the smell away with his hand. “Rome stinks,” he repeated as he touched his hand to his nose. Eucher side-stepped his adjutant to avoid a gathering of exuberant Christians who crowded the street. He sneered at the sea of Christian drab before he caught sight of a …

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Chapter I Another letter was waiting for Eucher when he arrived at his family’s mansion in Rome. He didn’t need to read it to know his father was angry. Stilicho was always angry. Stilicho was preparing for a military expedition to the East, where he planned to steal back the throne from a boy. The curious thing to Eucher was …

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