The great Flaminian Way is thronged with carts and men on horseback. The Circus Flaminius looms up in the middle distance, looking enormous and yet like a toy; the crowded little tenements and shops cluster around it like sucklings to their mother. Beyond the city wall lies the Field of Mars, hazy with dust from the racers in their chariots. The sounds and odours of the city rise up on the warm air like the breath of the city itself'

'You miss the city, Gordianus.'

'Yes,' I sighed. 'For all its danger and corruption, for all'its meanness and squalor — still, I miss the city.'

We looked down again in silence. The slave had found the kid, which bleated and kicked at being dragged through the high grass. A kitchen girl brought a draught of water to the slaves at the goat pen, and their mallets fell silent. In the stillness I could hear Aratus shouting in a shrill voice at one of the slaves in the vineyard: 'Wrong, the whole row is wrong! Redo them, every one!' Then all was quiet again, except for the buzzing of bees in the woods behind us.

'Actually, Gordianus, I was hoping to find you here on the ridge today.'

‘Yes, Claudia?'

'As you know, election time is close at hand.'

'Don't remind me. After last summer's farce I never care to witness another such disgusting spectacle.'.

'Nevertheless, some of us have kept our civic spirit. Next month the election for the two consuls will be held in Rome. It's a tradition for our branch of the Claudii — the Etruscan country cousins, we call ourselves — to gather beforehand, decide which candidate to support, and choose a representative to send to Rome to vote. This year it falls my turn to play hostess to this little gathering. Never mind that my house is modest and I haven't the household slaves to properly provide for such a conclave; duty is duty. The garnering will be at the end of the month. It would help tremendously if I could borrow your cook and some of your kitchen slaves for the occasion. I'd need them for only a couple of days beforehand, to help prepare the feast, and then on the day of the gathering itself to help serve. Three days in all. Would it be too great an imposition, Gordianus?' 'Of course not.'