Rome.
Mons Caelius.

Tanakil Sergius' Villa.

The ancient Sergius Family have unnumerous brunches. One of these is the bruch of Domina Tanaquil. Her Villa is one of the most spectacular and luxurious Villa in Rome and She and her feasts are famous all around Rome.

She is directly related to Amici Princeps, even the own Emperor and take part of the restrictive circle of his advisories.

Reach, beautifull, unscrupulous... She is Tanaquil Sergius.


She was on the triclinium, reading her favorite novel: "Satiricon" of Petronius, when her libertus Domitianus came to the tablinium a little bit excited...

- Domina...?
- Hum? What's happend Domitius? It is important? If not, you may know what would happend...
- Domina, err...the woman... she'd...
- Oh, Domitius!! FINISH!
- She has come back!!!

- Who? the slave?
- No Domina... err.. the jude's widow...

Tanaquil, become palid by moments. The jude's widow! the woman of Jerusalem! How can be possible!!!

- Are you sure, Domitus? Is she the same?
Domitius nodded
- Sure? Domitius if not...
- Domina, she is the same.

- Well, let me prepare and wait me with her at the atrium. I think I couldn't recibed her if I'm not stand up and with a cold water cup in my hands!!

When Tanaquil went to the atrium she found a 56 old woman... which began to speak with hard griek acent.

- Dear, do you remember me?
Tanakil was like a marble statue.
- Don't you remember... dear?
Tanaquil recovered the color step by step...
- Yes, Stella. How to forget u!!
- Hum...good baby... I suppose you know why I'm here.

- No Stella, I don't.
- Hum... poor baby. Now I need you do something for me. By Palas Athenea and The Sons of Zeus!! If you don't help me as I did with you, the curse of the Moiras will fall on you and your family.

Tanaquil suffered a spasm and a cold sweat drop by her back.

- What do you want? - asked Tanaquil.
- Cayo.

Silence. The women looked one to each other.

Tanaquil spoke tremolous.
- Cayo. Is leaving!! Oh gods!
- Yes, dear, is leaving and I want you adopt him
- But, how? I thought...
- Yes or not, baby.
- But...
- YES OR NOT!!
- Don't make me that, I cannot...
- YES OR NOT!!

- I'll do, Stella. I'll do.

(Will be continue)