Chapter 2

My stupid birthday's here, and I'm supposed to go away and leave Cerinthus here.

What's better than the city? On the farm, it's cold and rustic — no place for a girl.

Messalla, uncle, you're thinking of me, but stop it: this is no time for a trip.

Take me away, I'll leave my heart and mind

In Rome: what good's free will? You make the rules.