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Cleopatra's arrival in Rome was not ceremonial. Indeed, Caesar understood the complications concerning his involvement with the Egyptian queen. She would never be accepted by the Roman people, and her young son, Caesar's son, would never become a suitable successor to the emporer.
Caesar often thought of finding a wife suitable for his position, but his love for Cleopatra prevented this. He had little time for marriages of convenience, and the thought of doing so to please the Roman aristocrats was apalling.
"I trust that your trip was uneventful?" he asked.
"Uneventful is an understatement," replied the queen. "Poor Caesarium was so bored. I felt sorry for him."
Caesar looked at his young son. "He'll get over it. Boredom creates thought and builds character."
"Well, he must have a lot of character now, Caesar. That trip took a lifetime."
"What is happening with Zululand? Have the Americans left yet?"
"The last of them are to leave soon. Zimbabwe almost revolted last week. We were forced to maintain extra infantry in the city. The Americans stayed to keep order in some of the coastal cities. The situation is under control now."
"Very good. We've already sent engineers to Iroquoisland to begin rebuilding the infrastructure that was destroyed during the war."
The two watched their son for a few moments. He was playing on a swing in the courtyard of Caesar's palace. The silence was broken by Cleopatra.
"Julius, I know that we can never be together. But when I look at Caesarium I see you in him. When I look at his eyes I miss you more and more. And he adores you." Caesar could see tears in Cleopatra's eyes. Yet her gaze never left his.
"Cleopatra, I have a responsibility to the people of Rome. I swore to that responsibility decades ago. As much as I love you, I love Rome more. Caesarium is my son, and I cherish him, but the Roman people are also my children and they count on me for their protection.
"When you leave for Aztecland I will return to Egypt. I just wanted your son to see you once more before you leave."
"I will miss him as I miss you when we're apart. I'd like to say that I wish these responsibilities weren't mine, but they are my calling. Without them you would be looking at a commoner."
"I would love you as much as a commoner as I do when you are an emporer." Cleopatra no longer held back her tears.
"Would you?" Caesar replied. "Would you, the Queen, love a simple merchant from Rome?"
Caesar watched Cleopatra as she turned her eyes back to Caesarium. "I don't know the answer to that, Julius. I'd like to say that my position in Egypt wouldn't effect me, but it would. Just as it would for you had I been a seamstress."
"I'll stay until the sixteenth of March, then I must attend to my troops as we sail for Mexico. We can be together during that time. My inner circle knows of our relationship. Octavian, Antony...even Brutus knows. We don't have to hide within the palace."
Caesar felt Cleopatra take his hand in hers. They were silent for a minute, enjoying their togetherness. Suddenly Cleopatra broke the silence.
"What of this Hannibal character?"
Caesar laughed. "Hannibal is quite a handful. He is full of exuberance and wants to see everything; despite the fact that he doesn't know anything of our culture."
"Where did he come from? Have you found out yet?"
"They have a small island south of the Northern Provinces. I have no idea why we never saw them before. Our ships simply never sailed through that portion of the world and their ships couldn't reach ours until now."
"Can they help us at all? Or are they a threat?"
"Threat?" Caesar laughed again. "No, they have nothing. No electricity, phones, technology. Nothing. He is not a threat. He's not really a valued ally nor is ther any point to animosity towards them. I wouldn't concern yourself with them too much."
"Well that is good. You have enough on your mind these days to have to worry about them."
"True." Caesar looked back at his son. He was playing on his swing set and waving to them. He truly did look like a young Caesar.
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Caesar often thought of finding a wife suitable for his position, but his love for Cleopatra prevented this. He had little time for marriages of convenience, and the thought of doing so to please the Roman aristocrats was apalling.
"I trust that your trip was uneventful?" he asked.
"Uneventful is an understatement," replied the queen. "Poor Caesarium was so bored. I felt sorry for him."
Caesar looked at his young son. "He'll get over it. Boredom creates thought and builds character."
"Well, he must have a lot of character now, Caesar. That trip took a lifetime."
"What is happening with Zululand? Have the Americans left yet?"
"The last of them are to leave soon. Zimbabwe almost revolted last week. We were forced to maintain extra infantry in the city. The Americans stayed to keep order in some of the coastal cities. The situation is under control now."
"Very good. We've already sent engineers to Iroquoisland to begin rebuilding the infrastructure that was destroyed during the war."
The two watched their son for a few moments. He was playing on a swing in the courtyard of Caesar's palace. The silence was broken by Cleopatra.
"Julius, I know that we can never be together. But when I look at Caesarium I see you in him. When I look at his eyes I miss you more and more. And he adores you." Caesar could see tears in Cleopatra's eyes. Yet her gaze never left his.
"Cleopatra, I have a responsibility to the people of Rome. I swore to that responsibility decades ago. As much as I love you, I love Rome more. Caesarium is my son, and I cherish him, but the Roman people are also my children and they count on me for their protection.
"When you leave for Aztecland I will return to Egypt. I just wanted your son to see you once more before you leave."
"I will miss him as I miss you when we're apart. I'd like to say that I wish these responsibilities weren't mine, but they are my calling. Without them you would be looking at a commoner."
"I would love you as much as a commoner as I do when you are an emporer." Cleopatra no longer held back her tears.
"Would you?" Caesar replied. "Would you, the Queen, love a simple merchant from Rome?"
Caesar watched Cleopatra as she turned her eyes back to Caesarium. "I don't know the answer to that, Julius. I'd like to say that my position in Egypt wouldn't effect me, but it would. Just as it would for you had I been a seamstress."
"I'll stay until the sixteenth of March, then I must attend to my troops as we sail for Mexico. We can be together during that time. My inner circle knows of our relationship. Octavian, Antony...even Brutus knows. We don't have to hide within the palace."
Caesar felt Cleopatra take his hand in hers. They were silent for a minute, enjoying their togetherness. Suddenly Cleopatra broke the silence.
"What of this Hannibal character?"
Caesar laughed. "Hannibal is quite a handful. He is full of exuberance and wants to see everything; despite the fact that he doesn't know anything of our culture."
"Where did he come from? Have you found out yet?"
"They have a small island south of the Northern Provinces. I have no idea why we never saw them before. Our ships simply never sailed through that portion of the world and their ships couldn't reach ours until now."
"Can they help us at all? Or are they a threat?"
"Threat?" Caesar laughed again. "No, they have nothing. No electricity, phones, technology. Nothing. He is not a threat. He's not really a valued ally nor is ther any point to animosity towards them. I wouldn't concern yourself with them too much."
"Well that is good. You have enough on your mind these days to have to worry about them."
"True." Caesar looked back at his son. He was playing on his swing set and waving to them. He truly did look like a young Caesar.
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Brutus thought that he saw someone in the apartment accross from the senate banquet hall. For a moment it seemed as if someone was watching them. When he saw nothing more he turned back to his work. Today was the 13th of March. A grand day for Rome, as he and his fellow Senators would pay a special tribute to Caesar. One that Rome would never forget. And, he hoped, one that would strengthen his position in Rome for a long time to come.
Cassius came to join him. "Have the arrangements been made yet, Brutus?"
"Yes. All of the Senators are to be in place prior to Caesar's arrival," replied Brutus.
"How long until the Emporer shows up?"
"Not long now.
"Mussolini decided it best not to show up. For political reasons. Commodus will be here, though."
"That's no suprise," answered Brutus. "Commodus has a way for being around the action. Especially when it will advance his cause." Brutus thought for a moment of the irony of his last sentence. Who was better at placing themselves in position to succeed than himself?
"Marcus Aurelius is leading him here, under the guise of a Senate meeting," stated Cassius. "He doesn't know what we are doing. Marcus thinks that there really is a senate meeting."
"He'll find out the truth soon enough," laughed Brutus. "We just have to make sure that Caesar comes into the room first." The two watched as many of the other senators began to arrive. Everything was in place.
Again, Brutus caught a glimpse of movement in the window accross the way. He stared at this window for quite a while, until his suspicions were interupted.
"Here they come!" shouted an excited Lepidus.
Brutus stood just inside the doorway of the darkened Senate banquet hall and waited. Finally Caesar entered the room. Brutus crept close behind him and gave the signal to Cassius, who flipped on the light suddenly.
"Suprise!!!" the all shouted.
Caesar was startled. "What is this?" he asked as confetti fell like snow around him.
Brutus laughed. "Julius, we celebrate your victory over the Iroquois today," he replied.
"My victory? No....no" Caesar was speachless.
"Yes, you've earned it," stated Commodus, handing the emporer a glass of fine American champagne.
"No, you earned it Commodus. And you Brutus, and Lepidus. My generals earned the victory. I only take credit for choosing the best men for your positions."
"Here, here!" laughed Lepidus.
"Cassius. Go and get Antony, Octavian, and Maximus. They should join us," barked Brutus. Cassius tended to this task. Brutus was glad that he had pleased Caesar. He had considered the man a friend for so many years, and an enemy in recent years. This should go a long way towards cementing the emporer's trust in him.
The group of senators celebrated for quite a while. Finally Cassius returned with Antony. "I couldn't find the other two," he stated.
"That's fine," answered Brutus offhandedly. "Antony! Have a drink with us." He held out a glass of wine.
Brutus saw a strange look upon Antony's face. One of fear almost. "No," the general replied. "I cannot. Do you have anything a bit....weaker?"
Brutus couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. "Come now, Antony. Don't be a sissy!" The room erupted in laughter, and Antony reluctantly took the glass.
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Cassius came to join him. "Have the arrangements been made yet, Brutus?"
"Yes. All of the Senators are to be in place prior to Caesar's arrival," replied Brutus.
"How long until the Emporer shows up?"
"Not long now.
"Mussolini decided it best not to show up. For political reasons. Commodus will be here, though."
"That's no suprise," answered Brutus. "Commodus has a way for being around the action. Especially when it will advance his cause." Brutus thought for a moment of the irony of his last sentence. Who was better at placing themselves in position to succeed than himself?
"Marcus Aurelius is leading him here, under the guise of a Senate meeting," stated Cassius. "He doesn't know what we are doing. Marcus thinks that there really is a senate meeting."
"He'll find out the truth soon enough," laughed Brutus. "We just have to make sure that Caesar comes into the room first." The two watched as many of the other senators began to arrive. Everything was in place.
Again, Brutus caught a glimpse of movement in the window accross the way. He stared at this window for quite a while, until his suspicions were interupted.
"Here they come!" shouted an excited Lepidus.
Brutus stood just inside the doorway of the darkened Senate banquet hall and waited. Finally Caesar entered the room. Brutus crept close behind him and gave the signal to Cassius, who flipped on the light suddenly.
"Suprise!!!" the all shouted.
Caesar was startled. "What is this?" he asked as confetti fell like snow around him.
Brutus laughed. "Julius, we celebrate your victory over the Iroquois today," he replied.
"My victory? No....no" Caesar was speachless.
"Yes, you've earned it," stated Commodus, handing the emporer a glass of fine American champagne.
"No, you earned it Commodus. And you Brutus, and Lepidus. My generals earned the victory. I only take credit for choosing the best men for your positions."
"Here, here!" laughed Lepidus.
"Cassius. Go and get Antony, Octavian, and Maximus. They should join us," barked Brutus. Cassius tended to this task. Brutus was glad that he had pleased Caesar. He had considered the man a friend for so many years, and an enemy in recent years. This should go a long way towards cementing the emporer's trust in him.
The group of senators celebrated for quite a while. Finally Cassius returned with Antony. "I couldn't find the other two," he stated.
"That's fine," answered Brutus offhandedly. "Antony! Have a drink with us." He held out a glass of wine.
Brutus saw a strange look upon Antony's face. One of fear almost. "No," the general replied. "I cannot. Do you have anything a bit....weaker?"
Brutus couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. "Come now, Antony. Don't be a sissy!" The room erupted in laughter, and Antony reluctantly took the glass.
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interesting.
i expected Brutus to run at Caesar w/ a knife and here is a party?
i was blown away - it was like the tension built up to a boiling point and them in dropped when the confetti was thrown all over the place.
unless they're poisoning Caesar w/ the drink or want him to be too drunk to kno whats happening and THEN kill him...?
i gotta kno more!!!
i expected Brutus to run at Caesar w/ a knife and here is a party?
i was blown away - it was like the tension built up to a boiling point and them in dropped when the confetti was thrown all over the place.
unless they're poisoning Caesar w/ the drink or want him to be too drunk to kno whats happening and THEN kill him...?
i gotta kno more!!!
West German
Warlord
I thought we could say goodbye to Caesar because it was the Ides of March.
It wasn't often that Brianna was visited by the queen. Indeed, it was difficult for Cleopatra to get away from the palace to speak with her. Now they sat, incognito, in a cafe on the northern side of Rome. Cleopatra wanted information, and Brianna had little to give her.
"So it was nothing then?" Cleopatra asked. "Just a party?"
"Yes," answered Brianna. "I got all worked up for nothing. Everyone was there. You should go back to Egypt, Queen. Caesar leaves tomorrow, there is no reason to stay. Shall I make the arrangements?"
"No, I'll stay until he leaves. You can arrange for me to go home at that time. What have you found of Brutus?"
Brianna couldn't hide her disgust in the man. "He is a pig. I'll be honest, your highness, this is probably the most difficult assignment you've ever given me."
Cleopatra laughed. "Don't worry. I promise you a long vacation when you're done here."
"I'll need it. Brutus is a pig, and his friends aren't much better. They're not very loose lipped, though. I haven't been able to gather much in my capacity as a silent mistress. The most that I've been able to tell is that they long for a day when the senate once again rules Rome."
"Do they plan on doing something about that?" asked Cleopatra.
"Not that I can tell. The party was a concern, but that turned out to be nothing. Just a bunch of drunk senators on the Ides of March."
"I am still worried about Caesar. He has many enemies in Rome," stated Cleopatra.
"It is good, then, that he is leaving tomorrow. Nobody would dare touch him in Mexico, and his main enemies will be here."
"Yes, you're probably right, Brianna."
The two sat sipping their coffee silently for a few moments until Cleopatra's face turned completely white.
"What is wrong, your highness?" asked Brianna.
"Did...did you say the Ides of March?"
"Yes, I did. Two days ago."
"Where did you hear it? From Brutus?"
"Well, yes. He said that something would happen on the Ides of March. It turned out to be the party. Are you alright?"
"I have to know. Did he say the Ides of March or March 13th, Brianna?"
Why was the queen becoming so frantic, Brianna wondered. "He said the Ides of March. It is the same thing, though."
"No, Brianna. It is not. The Ides is the thirteenth in every month but March, May, July, and October. In those months it is on the fifteenth."
Brianna felt herself turning pale as the Roman Calendar came back to her. How could she be so stupid? "That is today," she said softly."
"We have to find Caesar," said Cleopatra as the two women hurried out of the cafe.
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"What ails you, Emporer? Is it the campaign you start tomorrow?" asked Octavian. Caesar certainly wasn't acting like his normal, confident self today.
"To some degree, yes. A general without concerns the day before leaving on a campaign is not a good general. But that is not it. Have you seen Hannibal today?"
Octavian thought of the short, pudgy Hannibal. He would be touring the city with Antony today. That is if Antony could stay sober. The general had had a rough couple of days. Octavian would have to bring this up to Caesar if it was not controlled by the time of the emporer's return.
"Hannibal is out touring again. Thi time with Antony."
Caesar genuinly looked concerned. "Find him. I'd like to speak with King Hannibal as soon as possible."
Octavian wondered silently about this as he set about assigning this task to one of his aides. Why was Caesar so concerned with a third world king? It didn't make sense.
"Sir, is there anything that I can help you with?" he asked.
"No, Octavian. For this I need Hannibal. He said something very troubling the other day."
"He says a lot of troubling things, sir. Just the other day he was telling me that his scholars look for signs from the heavens before making any decisions. With all due respect, sir, I believe him to be a crackpot."
"He may be, Octavian. But sometimes crackpots are the only ones to turn to."
"What did he say to you?"
Octavian watched as Caesar turned to him. He definitely had something weighing on his mind.
"He said to beware of the hand of friendship, for two days later, on the Ides of March, it will tighten its grip."
Just then Brutus poked his head in. "Will you be addressing the senate today, Julius?"
Caesar spoke solemnly to Brutus. "I don't think that I'll be leaving today, Decimus."
Octavian turned to Brutus. "The emporer is concerned with the words of a soothsayer. King Hannibal."
Brutus let out a hearty roar. "That fool. Come, Caesar. Don't let the ramblings of an old, half crazed man disrupt you from your routine. The senators are waiting for your address."
"Very well, Brutus. Let's go," Caesar said. He seemed exasperated with Brutus.
"Shall I send for your car, sir?" asked Octavian.
"It's not far, Julius. We can walk the distance," suggested Brutus.
"No, Octavian. We'll walk. I won't get to walk the streets of Rome for the next few months."
"Very well, sir."
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"Just because we're Egyptian doesn't mean that we're stupid," came the yell from Brianna. This cab driver had been down this street before. "Please! This is an emergency!"
Brianna was forced to take charge of the situation. Cleopatra was a wreck. White as a ghost with worry. "I'm sure that he's fine, Cleopatra. We'll be there shortly."
"I just have a feeling that something is wrong. We have to find him."
"We will," answered Brianna as the cab moved swiftly down the streets of Rome.
Her words were like an omen, though, as the traffic ahead began to tighten. Eventually they were stopped at an overpass overlooking the Roman Forum.
"Can't you do anything about this?" Brianna shouted at the cab driver.
"I can't fly this thing over the traffic, ma'am. You'll just have to wait."
"It's right down there. We can walk, Brianna." The two Egyptian women jumped out of the cab and began to move quickly along the side of the overpass. Below they could see people moving about the forum.
Brianna saw a group of men walking past the Pompey Theater. "Is that them?" she asked hopefully. A plane could be heard above them.
Cleopatra looked over the side. "Yes," she said as the plane grew louder. Brianna watched as the men stopped in front of Pompey's statue. They seemed to be chatting amiably. Lepidus stood up straight suddenly and grabbed Brutus by the arm. The elder senator looked at Lepidus and shoved him aside.
Caesar was stabbed in the back, first by Brutus, then by the rest of the Senate.
Cleopatra screamed in horror. A scream that could not be heard over the roar of the airplane above. Quickly the two women moved closer, and still the knife blades penetrated Caesar. Lepidus, after first attempting to disrupt these activities, had fled.
Finally the action stopped as the plane from above flew by. Brianna watched the horror below, then looked to Cleopatra.
The queen was about to shout, but nobody would ever know what she would have said as Brianna's hand closed over Cleopatra's mouth, silencing her. "No, Cleopatra. We have to leave. Now! Run!"
Cleopatra looked down at the forum below and watched Caesar take his last few breaths. Brianna watched her for a moment, allowing her to take one last look at the father of her son. She then slowly moved back to Cleopatra, took her by the arm and said softly, "Come, queen. There is nothing you can do for him by dying."
They heard Caesar's last words; as softly as they were spoken they were still clear. "Et tu, Brute."
"So it was nothing then?" Cleopatra asked. "Just a party?"
"Yes," answered Brianna. "I got all worked up for nothing. Everyone was there. You should go back to Egypt, Queen. Caesar leaves tomorrow, there is no reason to stay. Shall I make the arrangements?"
"No, I'll stay until he leaves. You can arrange for me to go home at that time. What have you found of Brutus?"
Brianna couldn't hide her disgust in the man. "He is a pig. I'll be honest, your highness, this is probably the most difficult assignment you've ever given me."
Cleopatra laughed. "Don't worry. I promise you a long vacation when you're done here."
"I'll need it. Brutus is a pig, and his friends aren't much better. They're not very loose lipped, though. I haven't been able to gather much in my capacity as a silent mistress. The most that I've been able to tell is that they long for a day when the senate once again rules Rome."
"Do they plan on doing something about that?" asked Cleopatra.
"Not that I can tell. The party was a concern, but that turned out to be nothing. Just a bunch of drunk senators on the Ides of March."
"I am still worried about Caesar. He has many enemies in Rome," stated Cleopatra.
"It is good, then, that he is leaving tomorrow. Nobody would dare touch him in Mexico, and his main enemies will be here."
"Yes, you're probably right, Brianna."
The two sat sipping their coffee silently for a few moments until Cleopatra's face turned completely white.
"What is wrong, your highness?" asked Brianna.
"Did...did you say the Ides of March?"
"Yes, I did. Two days ago."
"Where did you hear it? From Brutus?"
"Well, yes. He said that something would happen on the Ides of March. It turned out to be the party. Are you alright?"
"I have to know. Did he say the Ides of March or March 13th, Brianna?"
Why was the queen becoming so frantic, Brianna wondered. "He said the Ides of March. It is the same thing, though."
"No, Brianna. It is not. The Ides is the thirteenth in every month but March, May, July, and October. In those months it is on the fifteenth."
Brianna felt herself turning pale as the Roman Calendar came back to her. How could she be so stupid? "That is today," she said softly."
"We have to find Caesar," said Cleopatra as the two women hurried out of the cafe.
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"What ails you, Emporer? Is it the campaign you start tomorrow?" asked Octavian. Caesar certainly wasn't acting like his normal, confident self today.
"To some degree, yes. A general without concerns the day before leaving on a campaign is not a good general. But that is not it. Have you seen Hannibal today?"
Octavian thought of the short, pudgy Hannibal. He would be touring the city with Antony today. That is if Antony could stay sober. The general had had a rough couple of days. Octavian would have to bring this up to Caesar if it was not controlled by the time of the emporer's return.
"Hannibal is out touring again. Thi time with Antony."
Caesar genuinly looked concerned. "Find him. I'd like to speak with King Hannibal as soon as possible."
Octavian wondered silently about this as he set about assigning this task to one of his aides. Why was Caesar so concerned with a third world king? It didn't make sense.
"Sir, is there anything that I can help you with?" he asked.
"No, Octavian. For this I need Hannibal. He said something very troubling the other day."
"He says a lot of troubling things, sir. Just the other day he was telling me that his scholars look for signs from the heavens before making any decisions. With all due respect, sir, I believe him to be a crackpot."
"He may be, Octavian. But sometimes crackpots are the only ones to turn to."
"What did he say to you?"
Octavian watched as Caesar turned to him. He definitely had something weighing on his mind.
"He said to beware of the hand of friendship, for two days later, on the Ides of March, it will tighten its grip."
Just then Brutus poked his head in. "Will you be addressing the senate today, Julius?"
Caesar spoke solemnly to Brutus. "I don't think that I'll be leaving today, Decimus."
Octavian turned to Brutus. "The emporer is concerned with the words of a soothsayer. King Hannibal."
Brutus let out a hearty roar. "That fool. Come, Caesar. Don't let the ramblings of an old, half crazed man disrupt you from your routine. The senators are waiting for your address."
"Very well, Brutus. Let's go," Caesar said. He seemed exasperated with Brutus.
"Shall I send for your car, sir?" asked Octavian.
"It's not far, Julius. We can walk the distance," suggested Brutus.
"No, Octavian. We'll walk. I won't get to walk the streets of Rome for the next few months."
"Very well, sir."
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"Just because we're Egyptian doesn't mean that we're stupid," came the yell from Brianna. This cab driver had been down this street before. "Please! This is an emergency!"
Brianna was forced to take charge of the situation. Cleopatra was a wreck. White as a ghost with worry. "I'm sure that he's fine, Cleopatra. We'll be there shortly."
"I just have a feeling that something is wrong. We have to find him."
"We will," answered Brianna as the cab moved swiftly down the streets of Rome.
Her words were like an omen, though, as the traffic ahead began to tighten. Eventually they were stopped at an overpass overlooking the Roman Forum.
"Can't you do anything about this?" Brianna shouted at the cab driver.
"I can't fly this thing over the traffic, ma'am. You'll just have to wait."
"It's right down there. We can walk, Brianna." The two Egyptian women jumped out of the cab and began to move quickly along the side of the overpass. Below they could see people moving about the forum.
Brianna saw a group of men walking past the Pompey Theater. "Is that them?" she asked hopefully. A plane could be heard above them.
Cleopatra looked over the side. "Yes," she said as the plane grew louder. Brianna watched as the men stopped in front of Pompey's statue. They seemed to be chatting amiably. Lepidus stood up straight suddenly and grabbed Brutus by the arm. The elder senator looked at Lepidus and shoved him aside.
Caesar was stabbed in the back, first by Brutus, then by the rest of the Senate.
Cleopatra screamed in horror. A scream that could not be heard over the roar of the airplane above. Quickly the two women moved closer, and still the knife blades penetrated Caesar. Lepidus, after first attempting to disrupt these activities, had fled.
Finally the action stopped as the plane from above flew by. Brianna watched the horror below, then looked to Cleopatra.
The queen was about to shout, but nobody would ever know what she would have said as Brianna's hand closed over Cleopatra's mouth, silencing her. "No, Cleopatra. We have to leave. Now! Run!"
Cleopatra looked down at the forum below and watched Caesar take his last few breaths. Brianna watched her for a moment, allowing her to take one last look at the father of her son. She then slowly moved back to Cleopatra, took her by the arm and said softly, "Come, queen. There is nothing you can do for him by dying."
They heard Caesar's last words; as softly as they were spoken they were still clear. "Et tu, Brute."
The Greek version of Caesar's last words is "Kai su, teknon?" or "You too, my son?" Greek was often the language spoken of Roman Aristocrats rather than the more common Latin. Scholars today believe that it is more likely that Caesar said the greek phrase rather than the Latin one, which Shakespeare popularized.
Also in Shakespeare's version, the bard says after Caesar's last words, "then fall, Caesar."
This is all irrelevant to my story, but I thought it was interesting.
Also in Shakespeare's version, the bard says after Caesar's last words, "then fall, Caesar."
This is all irrelevant to my story, but I thought it was interesting.
Hygro
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whoa, cool historical info man!
MinutiaeMan
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Hmmm... "the roar of the airplane above"? That's an odd choice of description. Could that be the Americans dropping a nuke over Rome after completing their Manhattan Project in New York City?
Hygro
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Hadn't thought of that. But weren't they going to an airport to go to Mexico/Aztecland?
Hygro
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Zeeter, did you say earlier you are trying to publish something? I'm curious about that because I enjoy this immensly.
And no, the Americans aren't nuking Rome. I just had to think of a reason why the senators wouldn't hear Cleopatra scream.
This may bring this story to an end. I have thought of more, but whenever I position the story it always seems to be along the lines of Roman history; that is, what happens after Caesar died. It has nothing to do with Civ3, which is out of the concept of this writing.
In response to the earlier question, I would like to someday publish something along the lines of what happens with Octavian, Antony, and Cleopatra.
This may bring this story to an end. I have thought of more, but whenever I position the story it always seems to be along the lines of Roman history; that is, what happens after Caesar died. It has nothing to do with Civ3, which is out of the concept of this writing.
In response to the earlier question, I would like to someday publish something along the lines of what happens with Octavian, Antony, and Cleopatra.
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Extremely well-written . Copyright it before some unscrupulous person does . ;-)
Hygro
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in a sense, it is copyrighted (as it's published online)... however zeeter needs proof that he is in fact zeeter to completely copyright it in a safe way.
Please continue it. I'm dying to know what happens next. Does Rome decline or do they go to war with Carthage or what?
Thanks guys. While I'm kind of proud of some parts, some of it was blatently plagerized (or however you spell it). I certainly couldn't copywrite sections that are almost a direct copy of the movie Zulu. Also, that naval battle toward the end is dangerously close to Midway, which is why I never finished it.
Surely, I couldn't copywrite something like that. Hopefully I made these two plagerisms so obvious that nobody would be offended as my belief was that enough people saw Zulu and know the Midway story to know what I was doing.
Surely, I couldn't copywrite something like that. Hopefully I made these two plagerisms so obvious that nobody would be offended as my belief was that enough people saw Zulu and know the Midway story to know what I was doing.
Hygro
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whoa i just realized: you posted twice as zeeterus and then from that point posted only as zeeter 
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