CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
With a thoughtful expression, he watched the elegant curtained couch, deftly carried on the shoulders by four impressively tall blond bearded Franks, move across the small plaza in front of the temple and disappear into the darkness down a narrow street. Five purple clad, heavily armed Praetorian Guards marched in front of the couch, while ten more followed in the wake of Livia Drusilla in precise military formation. As he watched the entourage fade into the darkness his mind was like a chaotic nightmare of jumbled thoughts. A thunderous lightning storm of contentious contradictions rumbling among the mountain tops.
What were Livia Drusilla's true intentions? True, she had come to him pleading for her son. The city, the whole empire, knew that once Augustus died the o
