"Gather the spoils!" Caligula screamed over the roar of the surf.
He had been assigned to the personal staff of Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus—better known to the shivering masses as . [S4E1] Working for Caligula
"Remember," his predecessor had whispered while packing his bags with trembling hands, "never look him in the eye, but never look away. Never laugh unless he laughs, and for the love of the gods, if he asks you to dinner, bring your own taster." "Gather the spoils
Lucius kept his voice steady. "Because I record the glory of the son of Germanicus, Caesar." Never laugh unless he laughs, and for the
Lucius went back to his scrolls, his heart hammering against his ribs. He knew the truth: in the court of Caligula, you didn't work for a man, you worked for a storm. And the only way to survive a storm was to be as flexible as the reeds he used for pens.