A Taster of Otho’s Regret

For those of you who know your Roman history this is a fairly momentous first meeting.

“This is Flavius’ nephew.”

Epaphroditus took another look at the boy. “I have heard much about you, your heroics at the siege of Yodfat pleased Nero greatly. He had you marked for a good position when you returned to Rome. This new emperor I am sure will be willing to recognise your successes.”

“You’re talking about my brother. I’ve never been to Judaea. I’ve never been anywhere. I’ve not done anything.”

“Oh,” said Epaphroditus, then to Caenis, “Am I?”

“You are.”

“You look a lot like him.”

A platitude that failed placate Domitian, who said, “He’s ten years older than me.”

“I was going to say you look like him when he was your age,” soothed Epaphroditus.

Domitian did not look soothed.

Caenis put an arm around her stepson, “Come on lets join Flavius. They’ll start the entertainment soon.”