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Bradshaw, Gillian

 
9780765306548: Render Unto Caesar
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ISBN 10: 0765306549 ISBN 13: 9780765306548
Verlag: Tor Books, 2004

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Hermogenes is a young Greek from Alexandria, heir to a noble and vibrant society. But in his youth Hermogenes and his family were held captive to the whims of the queen Cleopatra, whose machinations spelled doom for an entire nation--whose schemes for empire caused the might of Rome to conquer his people. While the citizens of Rome may ape Hellenic ways, the Alexandrian Greeks are viewed as less than human because they are not of Rome.

But a man may win the coveted citizenship in more ways than birth on Roman soil. When Hermogenes father is granted such a boon, it appears as if his family has found favor from the gods--except then a business deal goes sour and Hermogenes father dies at sea. It is left to Hermogenes to reclaim all monies owed to the family... including a debt from a very well connected Roman consul who has reneged on his obligations and refuses to deal with "Greek trash."

Hermogenes will travel to Rome to reclaim what he is owed and finds it is no simple matter. Along the way, he will encounter base desire and power struggles, plots within plots... and a beautiful woman gladiator who is more than she seems. His life is in danger, and ultimately Hermogenes is left with the question:

Can the conferring of a title make one truly Roman? And if not, how far will a man go to satisfy honor?

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Gillian Bradshaw is the award-winning author of more than 20 books for adults and children, including Alien in the Garden, The Dragon, the Thief, and the Princess, Hawk of May, and The Wolf Hunt.

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Render Unto Caesar

By Gillian Bradshaw

Forge Books

Copyright © 2004 Gillian Bradshaw
All right reserved.
ISBN: 9780765306548
Render Unto Caesar
HERMOGENES WAS ALMOST ASLEEP BYTE time the carriage stopped.
He'd hired the vehicle that morning in Ostia: a four-wheeled cart with a canvas awning, drawn by a team of four mules and driven by a villainous-looking muleteer with a knife scar on one cheek. It had a bench seat along each side: Hermogenes sat on one side, the slaves sat on the other, and the luggage went in the middle. They traveled for nearly four hours, rattling slowly through the town of Ostia and then on along the main road. At first Hermogenes had stared eagerly at everything--the streets and houses of Ostia; the market gardens and vineyards of the Tiber plain; the cypress trees, the blue hills in the distance--but it was a hot day, and the mules plodded steadily along a good road. The rumblingsway of the carriage was soporific, and he hadn't slept well for months. Gradually he slipped into a daze.
When the movement stopped, though, he sat up abruptly and looked around. They'd pulled into a large stableyard, and the driver was just tying the reins to a post. There seemed to be buildings around them again, but he was pretty certain that they hadn't gone through any city gates, and he was absolutely certain that this wasn't the place to which the driver had been paid to take them.
He leaned forward. "Why do we stop?" he demanded sharply--then wondered if he'd got the Latin quite right. Would "Why are we stopping?" have been better?
The driver grinned back at him, showing stubby brown teeth, and jumped down from the cart. He waved an arm expansively at a pair of stone towers just up the road. "That's the Ostian Gate." He said it loudly: he didn't seem to believe that a Greek really might be able to understand Latin unless he shouted. "We're here. Rome. This is where we stop."
Hermogenes glanced at the towers. They did look like a city gate, but if there had ever been a wall to go along with them, the city had swallowed it up. Shoddy houses of mud brick, and even shoddier tenement blocks, cramped and darkened the road. The livery stables where they had pulled in was the most substantial building around. He looked back at the mule driver with a frown. "This is the Via Tusculana?" He very much doubted it.
The muleteer shook his head. "No. This is as far as I can take the raeda. Understand? No carts are allowed into the city during the day." He said the last slowly as though he were speaking to a child. "No carts"--he slapped his vehicle--"in the city"--he pointed up the road--"during the day." He indicated the bright June sun, which stood just past noon.
Hermogenes gave him a flat stare. "You agreed that you would take myself, my slaves, and my luggage, as far as the Via Tusculana."
"No, no!" the mule driver protested with another stump-toothed grin. "I agreed to take you to Rome, and here we are. I can't take the raeda into the city. No wheeled traffic is allowed into the city during the day, understand?"
"How much further is it to the Via Tusculana?
The man shrugged.
Some distance, then. Hermogenes looked at the road which led onward into Rome. Narrow, and ankle-deep in dung and dirt. There were no carts or carriages to be seen on it, so probably the man was telling the truth about wheeled traffic; most big cities had traffic regulations. He was still annoyed. The driver hadn't seen fit to mention this detail back in Ostia: instead he'd said that yes, he knew the Via Tusculana, and yes, he could take them there. That was why Hermogenes had hired him rather than one of his fellows.
He sighed. Menestor and Phormion, the slaves, were both watching him anxiously: neither of them spoke any Latin. "He says he can't go any further," Hermogenes informed them in the Greek native to all three of them. "He says that carts aren't allowed into Rome during the day. He probably has an arrangement for porterage at this livery stables." He turned back to the driver, reminding himself that this might, still, be an honest misunderstanding. "How do we reach the Via Tusculana?" he asked politely.
"You can hire porters and a sedan chair here." The muleteer waved negligently toward the livery stables. "They'll bring you right to your friend's door. I can arrange it for you."
"Ah. And their charge is included in the fare we agreed to pay you?"
The driver pretended surprise at the very idea. His knife scar suddenly became more prominent. "No, no, you pay them separately--after you've paid me."
It couldn't be pushed too hard, Hermogenes told himself. The driver would have friends around--the stable workers, and any fellow muleteers in the vicinity as well. It would be lunacy to risk life and luggage in a brawl over a porter's fee. On the other hand, Hermogenes had no intention of allowing himself to be cheated any more than he absolutely had to--and he'd been careful to refuse the muleteer's demand for full payment in advance.
"Very well," he told the driver mildly. "Will you go and find me two porters?"
The muleteer's grin returned, and he swaggered off toward the stable. Hermogenes snapped his fingers. Menestor and Phormion obligingly took hold of the big chest and dragged it out of the carriage. Hermogenes hopped down after them, then turned to take out the two baskets. Now at least the driver couldn't drive off with the luggage still on board.
Phormion flexed a hand he'd banged hauling the trunk out of the cart. "We don't want to carry this far," he said, eyeing the heavy wood-and-leather chest with dislike.
Hermogenes nodded. Phormion and Menestor werecapable of carrying the chest if they had to, but the local neighborhood didn't look the safest, and he would prefer them to have their hands free to deter any would-be robbers. The chest contained vital business documents and most of his funds for the journey: he could not afford to lose it.
"Take it on to the stables," he ordered. "I'll hire porters."
A couple of men lounging in front of the stables eyed them hopefully as they came up. The muleteer, however, had gone into the building, and was speaking to somebody just inside the door--not a porter, by the look of that fine red tunic, possibly the head groom. Of course: the stable had an arrangement with drivers to take passengers out of the city, and with porters to take them into it. Hermogenes cast an assessing eye over the hopeful casuals: they looked strong and reasonably presentable. "I need porters," he told them.
The muleteer glanced round in surprise, then hurried from the stable with the other man in his wake. Hermogenes smiled at them politely. The head groom, if that was what he was, gave an oily smile back. "Sir," he began, ignoring the casual laborers, "Gallio says you need porters and a sedan chair ..."
Hermogenes raised his eyebrows. "No. I did not ask for a sedan chair. Only for porters to carry these things here to the house of Fiducius Crispus on the Via Tusculana."
The groom smirked again. "Sir, it's long walk, a couple of miles, and a gentleman such as yourself ..."
" ... has spent too much time sitting already today," said Hermogenes, with another false smile. "How much for two porters to the Via Tusculana?"
The groom grimaced reproachfully. "Two sestertii."
He was undoubtedly expecting to get a cut of that very handsome fee. "Too much," Hermogenes said calmly. "My slaves...

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Verlag
Tor Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2004
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0765306549
ISBN 13 
9780765306548
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464
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