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The First Round Of Racing

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AFTER THE first round of racing was completed, after the sun had set on the first day of the festival, Rubio, Julia, Aurelius Falco and Alfidia and her two daughters, retired to the Domus Aurelia. Rubio was rather weary from his injuries and wished only for his bed and concrete cubicle. But Julia was having none of that. She prepared one of the villa’s many spare bedrooms and had Rubio brought in, so she could watch over him and care for him personally. He was bruised and body sore but would recover in a few days, so said the Lageum’s head surgeon. And once he was comfortably situated, Falco brought in the stable medicus, and he too gave a favorable diagnosis; Rubio would be up and running in few days time, and well-enough to participate …show more content…

So, the letters were tempered with legal propriety and probity, just as they’d always been written. When he finished, he rolled them up and franked them with his personal wax seal, then had them delivered, posthaste, by a special night courier. After that, he summoned Titus Buccio. It was time for a late night confab. “Come hither, Buccio,” Falco said, motioning to the empty chair in front of his large desk. “Take a chair, will you?” “Many thanks, Dominus,” Buccio replied, sitting down in the chair offered. “I got your summons and I came right over.” “And I thank you for prompt response, Buccio.” Falco poured Buccio a cup of wine and slid it across his desk. “Have some wine?” Buccio took up the cup of wine and took a little drink. “Mmm... excellent wine this,” he remarked, sighing pleasurably, suitably pleased. “Falernian, is it?” “It is.” Falco nodded. Buccio reclined more comfortably, crossing his legs. “I’m surprised you called me in so late, Dominus. This is quite unprecedented. Must be important, eh?” “Yes, quite important.” Falco clasped his hands in his lap and leaned back in his chair. “I bid you, Buccio...” he began. “What make you of today’s calamity, hmm? Any observations as to why Rubio wrecked—and so soon after starting? What say you, my man?” “Alas, Dominus,” Buccio replied, a grim look on his pudgy face. “Young Rubio was in a bad mood today before the race, as I recall. Nearly bowled me over when I ordered him to the starting

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