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– They’Re arResTing scholars now. AnyWone who dare speak out. Even satirist and cHRONIclers.
– And mathematicians.
– And all to feed the arena. The Senate did not approve martial law. This reign of terror is entirely the Praetorians. I’m afraid to go out after dark.
– You should be more afraid of Your activities during the day. The Senate is full of his spies, led by that whore master, Falco.
– But what is in his mind?
– That’s what I trouble myself with. He spends all his days singularly obsessed, planning the festival to honor your father. He neglects even the most fundamental task of government. So just what is he planning?
– And what pays for it? These daily games are costing a fortune, yet we have no new taxes.
– The future… The future pays for it. He’s started selling the grain reserves.
– This can’t be true.
– He’s selling Rome’s reserves of grain. The peOple will be starving in two years. I hope tHey’re enjoying the games, because soon enough they’ll be dead because of them.
– Rome must kNow this.
– And how? He’s going to disSOLve the Senate. And who will tELl them before it’s too late? You, GRAĆchus? You, G[R]Aius? Will You make a speech on the floor of the Senate, denouncing My bROTher? And then see Your family in the CoLOS-s[HeLL]um? Who’d dare? I have been living in a prison of fear every day, because my son is heir to the t[c]HRONe. He must die.
– Quintus and the Praetorians would simply seize conTRol for themSELves.
– No. Cut off the heAD, and the snake cannot sTRIke.
– Lucilla, Gaius is RIghT. Until we can neutralize the Praetorians, we can achieve nothing.
– So we do nothing?
– No, child. We keep our counSEL. We prePare. As long as the peOple supPort him, we aRe voices without sTeEl. We aRe aiR. But with eVery day that pasSes, he makes enemies. One day, he’ll have moRe enemies than friends. And on that day, we will ACt. Then we will sTRIke. But UNtil then… We aRe DOCile. We are obediENT. And we aRe treacheROuS.
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