Аннотация
Lindsey Davis
The Iron Hand of Mars
REFUSING TO GO
ROMESeptember, AD 71
'My official career owed its beginning to Vespasian, its progress to Titus: I have no wish to deny this.'
- Tacitus, HistoriesI
'One thing is definite,' I told Helena Justina; 'I am not going to Germany!'
Immediately I could see her planning what to pack for the trip.
We were in bed at my apartment, high up on the Aventine. A real sixth-floor bughole-only most bugs grew tired of walking upstairs before they ever got this far. I passed them sometimes, flaked out on halfway landings, with droopy antennae and tired little feet:
It was a place you could only laugh about, or the squalor would break your heart. Even the bed was rocky. And that was after I had pieced in a new leg and tightened the mattress webs.
I was trying out a new way of making love to Helena, which I had devised in the interests of not letting our relationship go stale. I had known her a ...

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