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Drusus lay back in the bottom of the boat, and looked up into the blue dome.

It was the same azure as ever, but a strange feeling of disenchantment seemed to have come over him.

For the first time he realized the deadly stakes for which he and his party were playing their game.

What fate had been treasured up for him in the impending chaos of civil war?
If he perished in battle or by the executioner's axe, what awaited Cornelia?
But he had chosen his road; he would follow it to the end.