Glory of Rome (Gaius Valerius Verrens, #8)

by Douglas Jackson

‘Let us dispense with the language of diplomacy, Valerius.’ Agricola laid his cup aside and counted off the words on the fingers of his right hand. ‘Assassin, spy, conspirator, exile …’ Valerius helped him with the word he seemed reluctant to utter. ‘They called me a traitor once too.’ ‘One way or the other, wherever you have served, men have died. Friend or enemy, it seems it is dangerous to know you, Gaius Valerius Verrens.’