Fists Of Iron: Barbarian Of Rome Chronicles Volume Two - Plot & Excerpts
He’d eaten too much already and servants were busy laying out yet another course in front of him – a fat chicken with goose eggs, together with quinces stuffed with pickles to look like sea urchins and accompanied by side dishes of spiced olives and goose livers garnished with tiny mushrooms and asparagus. The wine had flowed liberally, making Belua suspicious of Gordeo’s motives for inviting him to supper at his villa. And it was a most impressive one, perched on the lower reaches of Vesuvius. On his arrival he’d been met by the major-domo, a jumped up slave of about forty who acted as if he owned the place. When he’d announced Belua’s arrival he’d used the snide voice of superiority. Belua had been tempted to pin back his ears on the spot, but as a guest thought better of it. Perhaps he was getting soft? Despite Gordeo’s accumulated wealth, Belua had to admit that he had a quality often missing amongst the rich, and that was good taste. Wide terraces with finely carved balustrades pushed out from the villa over the hillside, granting a majestic view of the sea.
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