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400 pages, Hardcover
First published March 22, 2011


“I am sorry for you,” I said. It was true. But the words slipped out against my will. I did not intend to speak them.
“Really? I’m surprised you’re so softhearted.”
“I’m not the least bit softhearted.”
“I didn’t mean it as an insult,” he said.
I was silent. We sat looking at each other for a long time. He tilted his head and studied me. Then all at once he smiled. I was a married woman. And my father had helped plot Caesar’s assassination, as had my husband. This boy who sat happily gazing at me was Caesar’s adopted son. We were enemies. Yet I could not keep from smiling back at him.”
“Caesar gave your father a funeral.”
I rose. “What?”
“He gave him a perfectly proper military funeral, with sacrifices and incense, and legions lined up in rows to do him honor. He lit his funeral pyre himself.”
“Did he say why he treated my father differently?”
Tiberius Nero shook his head.
“Of course it is. And you have nothing to fear from me. The difficulty, as I see it, is that you think you’re supposed to hate me. And you don’t.” He paused, studying my face. “You don’t, do you?”
“I thought I did.”
“But you don’t.” There was a trace of triumph in his voice.
I do not hate you. Of all the emotions I could feel, fear and hatred are the ones that make sense. And those are the ones I feel no trace of.
“What do you feel?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“If I were to go to kiss you, you wouldn’t back away, would you? You wouldn’t do that.”
I took a sharp breath. My heart hammered. A part of me wanted to feel his lips on mine. A part of me wanted to run. “Don’t,” I said.
“Well, you’re right, this isn’t the place or the time. But strangely enough, I still feel like doing it.”
I made myself say, “There is no place and no time. There can never be a place or a time.”
He came and sat beside me again. He said in a low voice, as if he were telling me a secret, “You might want to consider this: I love you. I will love you until the end of my life. If you never bear me a child who lives, I will accept it. I will leave this empire to some other man’s son, rather than marry elsewhere and give you up.”
