Fourteen484 BC
Ancyra, The Eastern Province of the Persian Empire
The confined space was boiling. The summer sun above was extremely hot these days, and Cotiso's small workroom was like a giant oven. n***d, except for the cloth covering his manhood, the Thracian was standing over an exquisite shining object. The fire he used to melt metals was dying, he had just finished a piece of art he had been working on over the past month.
Two of his fingers were severely burned but he was satisfied with the plate. Cotiso was the most famous goldsmith in Ancyra and his creations were to be found all over the general's chambers. He left the magnificently encrusted silver plate to cool down, carefully covered it with an old rag and walked out.
The bright midday sun blinded him for a minute. His wif
