CORINTH, GREECE
Gnaeus Domitius Corbulo watched the Greek mainland approach him from the bow of the forty-oar cargo ship he"d hired to ferry him and his brothers from Ravenna to answer to Nero"s summons.
They had crossed the Adriatic Sea and sailed down the coast of Greece, past Salonae, wending through the various isles that dotted the waters before entering the deep inlet leading to Corinth.
Two days ago, just before entering that inlet, they had stopped at Ithaca – mostly because Corbulo had never seen it. A small island, it was barely fifteen miles long and much narrower in width. Landing at Kalamos on the northernmost end of the isle, Corbulo told his brothers Marcus and Lucius, “Sail round to the port at Phorcys. I"ll meet you there.” With that, he set off across the bright beach
