To his right the waters of the Tyrrhenian Sea seemed to lift up and fill the late afternoon sky with a soft blue haze from horizon to horizon. Sails, white and wine red from several large cargo ships, moved with an elegant ease as they headed for the port of Ostia. Sea gulls circled and wove through the partially cloudy skies above them. The Roman countryside that slid down to the sea was a lush verdant green. To him it looked like the vast gardens of a royal estate as he rode down the rough trail toward their destination.
The sun was out and deliciously warm. The panoramic view of the countryside pleasing to the eye.
One would think, if one only trusted his eyes and nothing more, the world was beautiful and peaceful, and tranquility was the order of the day. But he knew better. He knew
