“You,” Tigellinus spat at Vitas. “You expected this.” Vitas nodded. “It was remarkable,” said the young man whom Vitas had caught following him. “We entered the room, and all those other soldiers raised their swords in defense. Their leader said the imperial guard no longer served Nero, and that if Tigellinus didn’t surrender, all would be guilty of treason against Galba.” Again Vitas nodded. “We have a new emperor,” the young man said, almost in disbelief. “We have a new emperor,” Vitas said. “Unless he has committed suicide. Messengers have been dispatched to bring him the news that Nero is now considered a fugitive.” “And you were part of this?” “I was.” “Then please help me,” the young man said. “You have the authority to order soldiers to go with us to the palace. To rescue Hezron’s daughter.” “Not without answers,” Vitas said. “Who are you, and why have you been following me?” The man pulled on his arm. “As we walk, please.
