Chapter 37

“I speak my mind,” said the girl; “Caesar or no Caesar. It would be a cowardly and contemptible act, but I doubt not that either Caesar or his son is capable of even worse.” Her voice trembled with scathing contempt. With a crooked smile upon his lips, Fastus arose. “It is not a matter to be determined without thought,” he said, “and your answer concerns not Maximus Praeclarus alone, nor you, nor me.” “What do you mean?” she asked. “There are Dion Splendidus and your mother, and Festivitas, the mother of Praeclarus…