Аннотация
The Course of Honor
Lindsey Davis
PART ONE
A BAD-TEMPERED SLAVE
Commencing in the autumn of A.D. 31, when the Caesar was Tiberius
ONE
Whatever was that?
The young man arrested his stride. He halted. At his shoulder his brother drew up equally amazed. An incongruous scent was beckoning them. They both sniffed the air.
Incredible! That was a pig's-meat sausage, vigorously frying.
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Everywhere lay silent. The echoes of their own footfalls had whispered and died. No other sign of occupation disturbed the chill, tall, marble-veneered corridors of the staterooms on the Palatine Hill from which the Roman Empire was administered. Under the long-absent Emperor Tiberius these had never offered much of a homely welcome to strangers. Today was worse than ever. Arches that were meant to be guarded stood framed only by forbidding drapes whose heavy pleats had no...
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