Fabia Claudia and Claudia Fabia - Ricardo Tronconi - ebook
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Unremarkable events of daily life (and not only) in a Roman camp, related through a real cives point of view. Guided by a skilled and ambitious proconsul bound to write History, betrayals, subterfuges, plots and stories alternate, all this with a single aim: Vercingetorige's surrender, barricaded in Alesia. Fabia Claudia and Claudia Fabia, two gourgeous cousins pleading the same cause (and the same man), are sent, along with their husband, on a perilous mission: to mislead Vercassivellauno, a relative of Vercingetorige's, in order to learn about the enemies' vulnerabilities. Thanks to Fabia Claudia and Claudia Fabia's talent, the insignificant and forgotten events of unknown heroes come to connect intimately with the great history of Roman dominion over populations. 

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Table of Contents

FABIA CLAUDIA AND CLAUDIA FABIA

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

Notes

FABIA CLAUDIA AND CLAUDIA FABIA

Text translation by Alessia Bettini

CHAPTER 1

I don't remember if it was that particular night or the one which followed…

I was summoned by the proconsul for urgent measures regarding myself. I wasn't a soldier: too short for this task. Nevertheless, I had been given a pole by Mother Nature that, when properly shifted, would persuade any enemy to a pleasantly unconditional surrender. My friends enjoyed my gentle javelin too and throughout simulated fighting ensured that I hit them repeatedly, up until exhaustion. This and more the proconsul knew about me: he had recruited me himself, when the others had declared me as non-effective.

I was the leader of the secret informers, spies who, risking their life every day, allowed our condottier to gain a few more days to live. We had met during the Games: he had wondered then why my opponents would throw themselves against my lance, not evading it at all, as would have been logical. From that day on, I started following him around, he had invited me to many of his campaigns, but I always discreetly concealed my figure under false pretences of one kind or another.

Coming back to us, that night he sent for me without notice, and I felt anxious at first, his being an important man, fearsome from any point of view. Had I done something to upset him, perhaps?

He asserted: «