Tessera - Magenta
Cassiodorus threaded through the maze of passages in the palace on his way to the king’s chambers. Then he stopped, turned around, and went back to his office, passing the scribes busy at their tables.
He carefully arranged his tunic and sat at his table, pristine and clear of any distractions, except his writing supplies. He read again the letter from Venantius, governor of his beloved Bruttium. Such an irritating young man. But, there it was, the passage about his friend Argolicus. Some nonsense about being an enemy of the state and subverting the Roman order.
He sighed, pursed his lips, and began writing.
My dearest friend,
Having received a missive from the Governor of Bruttium and knowing your proclivities for recalcitrance in matters of politics, you should in
