They were ushered into a large room with walls filled with scrolls. Rare pieces of Greek statuary of the Greek God Pan playing his flute or Bacchus, the god of wine, lifting a large leather bag of wine over his head and tilting his head with mouth open to partake. Heavy curtains of purple lined with gold thread had been pulled back and tied with golden ropes to reveal the well-manicured inner gardens of the house. Roses and chrysanthemums filled the garden boxes dotting the bright green grass and exploded in bright colors underneath neatly cropped Poplar trees. It was a beautiful home. A home that bespoke the power and wealth of a very powerful man. A man who loved art, beauty and knowledge in equal proportions. A man of taste and distinction.
A man, the tribune thought privately to himse
