Five paces forward, five paces back. The confines of the villa's small courtyard added to Tiberius' frustrations. As well, his sleeveless tunic clung to his body in a damp mass that did little to lighten his mood. A night breeze should be blowing in from the sea, but the air, the land and the sea were hushed, as if all creation were holding its breath in anticipation.
And well it should. Emperor Augustus, the Guardian of the Imperium, the Father of the Nation, had left his earthly domain to take his place among the immortal gods. The thought brought a flutter behind Tiberius' ribs. At last he was the ruler of Rome.
He rubbed his hands together in glee, for he knew that he had also inherited the property of Augustus, including--hidden behind that dreadful fresco of Apollo trying to get it on with a laurel bush--the complete back scrolls of Naughty Roman Schoolgirls. Suddenly Tiberius felt a flutter beneath his tunic again--though this time it was a good bit lower than his ribs.
Opening: Rita Toews.....Continuation: Simonbun