Chapter 27
"How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!"--ISAIAH XIV. 12. He had a score or so of his guard with him and they remained at some little distance, in a compact group, with their short, bronze-hilted swords naked in their hands. Caligula was livid. He had donned a dark woollen robe and his head was uncovered. His knees, arms and hands were shaking and his mouth opened and closed as if he were gasping for breath. His eyes were bloodshot and staring out of his head like those of a man who is being strangled. "Gracious Csar!" exclaimed Dea Flavia as soon as she was before him, and with the instinct born of long usage, she bent the knee before him. "They have trapped me," he murmured inarticulately whilst weird choking sounds escaped his throat. "They have trapped me,
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