Quo Vadis Page #2

We have much to talk over.

Naturally.

I shall expect you at the feast

after the triumph, Vinicius.

We shall try to make it diverting.

An added honor, emperor.

Now, again.

No arms missing? No legs?

No. I picked up a good healthy slash

in the side here.

- You seem to be faring well, uncle.

- Oh, indestructible.

You're gonna spend time with me

before rushing to your estates in Sicily?

I intend a full month's relaxation

in Rome.

And as I remember,

your house is the best place for it.

Marcus, I've recently purchased

several new delectable slaves.

There's one from Spain. Skin like cream.

Hair with the sheen of a young raven.

She's yours.

- I might stay two months.

- Hmm.

Tonight I've arranged for you

to stay at Plautius' country place.

It's near your camp.

Aulus Plautius, the old retired general?

That's a gloomy outlook.

I know. And his wife's not young either,

besides being virtuous.

Still, it's better quarters than a tent.

Body of Bacchus,

I've been listening to that since noon.

He seems in rare voice.

Is it true what I heard while I was gone,

that he murdered his wife and mother?

My dear boy, you must learn

the language of privileged government.

Let us rather say that poor Agrippina

and Octavia were removed...

...for the good of the empire.

The new wife, Poppaea,

sounds interesting.

A harlot for an empress.

My dear commander,

what a proletarian observation.

You must realize that a woman has

no past when she mates with a god.

Well, he's our emperor.

There are some in the senate

who are not so pleased with him.

They would like to replace Nero

with General Galba.

I know nothing of politics.

Just as long as there's money

to pay the army...

...Rome will stand forever,

that I'm sure of.

I bid you welcome, Marcus Vinicius.

I salute the general.

We traveled the splendid roads you built

in Britain and Gaul.

My wife, the lady Pomponia.

Our house is honored

to have you as guest.

My tribune, Fabius Nerva.

These young men

must wish to wash and change.

The baths are ready.

Will you show them, my dear?

This way, commander.

Dinner is at the 9th hour.

You're expecting other guests

this evening, general?

We're not intruding

on any festivities, I hope.

Oh, no. We live a quiet life here.

"Oh, no. We live a quiet life here."

Here we are, transforming ourselves

into sweet-smelling flowers...

...only to bloom in a hay field.

- Ha-ha.

You know, Marcus,

Drusilla last sent word...

...that the oldest boy

is almost as tall as she is now.

When I left,

I carried him around on my shoulder.

That little slave from Spain

Petronius told me about...

...I'll let her sit on mine.

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