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384 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2001
“If you wish to save yourself, my lord, there is no difficulty. We are rich; over there is the sea, and yonder are the ships. Yet reflect for a moment whether, when you have once escaped to a place of security, you would not gladly exchange such safety for death. As for me, I agree with the adage, that "royal purple" is the noblest shroud.”
Teodora, painted by Giuseppe de Sanctis. A spacious room, comfortable bed, and attendants guarding her. A far cry from her previous life when she had to live as a mime actress and courtesan. And also when she had to make a rough journey home through the Near East and Anatolia after Hecebolus cast her out.
“On the day of her death, the Augusta may have recognised the moment her life slipped away; but if so, she probably didn’t grab someone’s hand for comfort, and try to stave off death. She had said it already, sixteen years earlier, in her Nika speech: it is impossible for someone who has seen the light of this world not to die. She did not rebuke life because it was leaving her. Rather, she trusted that she was leaving something of herself to life, for Justinian was surviving her; the prestige of the purple had not been diminished; her power had not been separated from his; her proteges would continue to receive support even in the most remote lands of the empire; and her family could look forward to bright prospects and high ambitions.” ~Her Next Stage, Constantinople, 543-48, page 344.