The barbarians were in the valley, burning as they went.
“How could this happen?” moaned the patrician, as he loaded another trunk upon his donkey’s back. “Where are the legions?”
The ungrateful slaves had all fled, leaving the villa echoing and empty, and with only the mule for company. It flicked an ear and the look it gave him was unsympathetic. The trunk unbalanced, fell to the ground and broke open in an artery of gold and rubies.
The patrician wept, but it was too late to save his wealth. Already fires were dotting the horizon. He mounted the donkey and dug in his heels. “This is all the plebs’ fault.”
“How could this happen?” moaned the patrician, as he loaded another trunk upon his donkey’s back. “Where are the legions?”
The ungrateful slaves had all fled, leaving the villa echoing and empty, and with only the mule for company. It flicked an ear and the look it gave him was unsympathetic. The trunk unbalanced, fell to the ground and broke open in an artery of gold and rubies.
The patrician wept, but it was too late to save his wealth. Already fires were dotting the horizon. He mounted the donkey and dug in his heels. “This is all the plebs’ fault.”
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