“Y…yes. More dreams. I need to run.”
“Now? Today? After all your fretting about riots and violence in the streets?”
Gaius shook his head, remembered the previous day, the news from Germania.
“No. Of course not. You’re right, my love. My place is here keeping you safe.” Without another word, Gaius went upstairs to change and get cleaned up.
“Shall I put out breakfast, Mistress?” asked the kitchen slave, Calista.
“Yes. Do,” Fulvia answered, her eyes focussing on the top of the stairs. “The girls and I will start.” Fulvia went quietly to the triclinium to join her daughters who were already there waiting.
“How is Papa, Mama?” asked Aemilia.
“He’s fine, my girl. Just a bad dream. He was worrying all night about the city.”
“All the noisy people, you mean?” asked Faustina.
“Yes. But all
