TARZAN AND THE LOST EMPIRE
Chapter Ten
The cares of state rested lightly upon the shoulders of Validus Augustus, Emperor of the East, for though his title was imposing his domain was small and his subjects few. The island city of Castrum Mare boasted a population of only a trifle more than twenty-two thousand people, of which some three thousand were whites and nineteen thousand of mixed blood, while outside the city, in the villages of the lake dwellers and along the eastern shore of Mare Orientis, dwelt the balance of his subjects, comprising some twenty-six thousand blacks.
Today, reports and audiences disposed of, the Emperor had withdrawn to the palace garden to spend an hour in conversation with a few of his intimates, while his musicians, concealed within a vine-covered bower, entertained him. While he was thus occupied a chamberlain approached and announced that the patrician Fulvus Fupus begged an audience of the Emperor.
“Fulvus knows that the audience hour is past,” snapped the Emperor. “Bid him come on the morrow.”
“He insists, most glorious Caesar,” said the chamberlain, “that his business is of the utmost importance and that it is only because he felt that the safety of the Emperor is at stake that he came at this hour.”
“Bring him here then,” commanded Validus, and, as the chamberlain turned away, “Am I never to have a moment’s relaxation without some fool like Fulvus Fupus breaking in upon me with some silly story?” he grumbled to one of his companions.
When Fulvus approached the Emperor a moment later, he was received with a cold and haughty stare.
“I have come, most glorious Caesar,” said Fulvus, “to fulfill the duty of a citizen of Rome, whose first concern should be the safety of his Emperor.”
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