I'll Be Home for Saturnalia
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By: Paul S. Cilwa |
Posted: 5/26/2026 |
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| Lucian and Demetrios prepare for Saturnalia; Lucian is devastated by news from home. |
| Estimated reading time: 19 minute(s) (4447 words) |
Castulo had been good to them. They had ridden into the silver city in the
first week of November with the cinnabar of Mariana still under their fingernails, intending
to stay perhaps four days and to push on for Corduba; they had stayed a fortnight, and then
another, and would have stayed longer if the calendar had not begun to whisper at them that
the Saturnalia was coming and that they were two hundred miles from anywhere they wished to
spend it. They had bathed every day. They had drunk wine that did not taste of dust. Lucian
had given three performances in the town's small theater and had been paid generously and
had not, for once, picked any fights with the local schools. Demetrios had slept until the
fourth hour every morning, which for Demetrios was practically dissipation. By the time
they rode out of the western gate at the beginning of December, with their saddlebags heavier
than they had been when they came in, both of them looked at each other and laughed at how
little they resembled the men who had ridden south from the cinnabar.