Chapter Six
I grabbed my tunic and put it on. I didn’t have time to do my hair or anything before I scurried after the soldier. My heart was in my mouth. What could I have done wrong? It must be something serious. I was taken down several corridors, and eventually we stopped outside a door. The soldier banged on it and I heard a voice cry out to enter. The soldier took me inside. And there, seated at a table, was the man I had seen come to confer with Tiberius, the one with the big plume on his helmet. He made a sign for the soldier who had brought me to retire. I stood in front of the table with my head bowed. I had no idea what I might have done wrong.
“Look at me,” the man said.
I looked up. His expression was serious, but not angry or even displeased.
“What is your name?”
I told h
