The sun was beginning to set, it’s rays shining through the small cracks between the stone work of the horse stables. In addition to running the betting den for the Circus Maximus races, I have found myself becoming the chief muscle for Domitian. A job I take in order to get his approval to perhaps one day start a new faction of charioteers.

As I slowly walked the outer perimeter of the stables, camouflaging myself in the shadows, I watch you very carefully as you sing to my chariot horses. It seemed to calm them in a way I’ve never seen before. “You there.” I call out to you. “What’s your name?”

I knew I needed to be cautious, because you could easily be a spy from one of the other charioteers for all I knew. Or perhaps you were sent here to try and poison our top tier thoroughbred horses, instead of lulling them to sleep.