Looking warily into the shadows, I
could just make out the outline of a Roman woman. The next moment,
I was face-to-face with Calpurnia. I had never met her, but knew from
Caesar's description that it was her. Tall, stout, blonde—she looked as
worried and anxious as I felt.
She spoke first. "Cleopatra…Queen of Egypt?" she asked
"I am Cleopatra," I responded just as awkwardly. "And you are
Calpurnia…Roman wife of Caesar?"
"Yes," She offered warily, hearing my intentional use of the word
"Roman." "My husband brought you to Rome to serve as his
Egyptian….'counselor'…and though he does not discuss his affairs
with me and has been careful to keep us apart, I am not blind. One of
the house servants sent a runner and called for me, having heard your
screams in the night."
One of the house servants had called her? But who? And why?
Calpurnia, though barren, was known as a powerful seer. Should I tell
her then about my nightmare? Looking at her expression, it appeared I
wouldn't need to. It was as if she were already reading my thoughts.
"You dreamt that he died as well?" Calpurnia inquired.
"Yes," I replied simply.
Calpurnia looked at me intently. "Indeed? Well, I dreamt the
same. This is a message from the gods, Cleopatra. We must warn
Caesar! He refuses to hear my warnings, but perhaps he will listen to
the two of us. I know where he is taking breakfast. Come with me
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