The bloodthirsty Emperor Phocas is preparing for the greatest battle of his life. Enemy armies are racing closer to attack his fortress, the golden city of Constantinople, and traitors within plot his downfall.
It was here that the road veered right to avoid some very hard rock that lay along the shore. This left about a half mile of shoreline invisible from the crowded road. This was where I should have been before the sun was high enough to be warm. Serves me right if Lucas was stamping up and down on...
Simeon sat in the library, looking nervously between me and Priscus. ‘What we have to discuss is a somewhat delicate matter, and I hope you will agree that this generally unfrequented place is most appropriate for our discussion.’ I smiled and looked at Priscus. ‘You reorganised the Intelligence ...
Even without the immense pleasure of having Lucius as a guest – even without the gross flattery he sprayed at her in a steady stream – Marcella would have been inclined to give us whatever we wanted. It was Friday morning, and we had assembled all the guests and househ...
If you must speak in front of others, Latin is safer. It may not be recognised. And please, at all times, stay close by me. Even those who live here can have trouble at night in these unlit streets. If you are separated from me, you will be lost in moments.’ We nodded at Macarius. Priscus had tur...