"You see Rome, Germanicusa." Julius said waving his hand with a sweep across the model. Germanicus came closer.

"a.Has narrow alleys, crooked backstreets. Things built up where other things have been knocked down or fallen. This city is built in formation, in grids or squares. The Mediterranean is here," he said pointing to the blue paint beyond the harbour, "Here is the lake. Do they draw their water from it? No wait. Look at thisa." Caesar paused to study a cut away section of the model, "There is a canal that brings water in from the Nile and then splits into pipes which lead into the various neighbourhoods. It must be over twenty miles long if this model is to scale. Ingenious," Caesar's eyes roamed all over the city then his face lit up, "Ah the famous library of Alexandria, here near the palace, and the tomb of Alexander the great."

The door opened and the other Generals returned.

"It has been done as you asked Caesar. Pothinus will send Ptolemy but Achillas was not to be found anywhere. My men are searching for him as we speak."

"Good. If he fails to show then he will be stripped of his title and made an enemy of Rome. Now what else do we know of the city?"

"Well sir," Germanicus said, "Most of the citizens live here to the west of this complex, the royal palace and quarters. There are estimated to be over a million of them. This area here is mainly residential. The building on the hilltop is the 'Serapeum' the temple of Osiris. Pilgrims make their way here seeking advice and healing."

"I've seen the people going in and out."

"The needs of the people are many sire."

"The lighthouse," Caesar said, "Divides the harbour into two. My army is camped here to the south."

"Yes sir. It's quite marshy there."

"We will have to watch for Mosquito's. The last thing I want is for my army to go down with Malaria."

One of Caesar's personal assistants, a messenger called Lucius, approached.

"Yes what is it?"

"There's a man in the corridor Caesar, carrying a bundle of bed sheets."

Julius looked over at his bed.

"It doesn't need changing. Send him away."

"Forgive me sire but he says he has an urgent message from Queen Cleopatra."

"Does he have a name?"

"Apollodorus sire."

"Does anyone know him?" Caesar asked his counsel.

"No," the Generals replied.

"He managed to avoid all your guards sire. He just appeared carrying the linen."

"Is he alone?"

"Yes. I personally don*t trust him. He allowed us to search him but not his bundle which he said was delicate and appears to be of considerable weight. He insisted it was for your eyes only. It may be concealing weapons sire."

Marcellus drew his sword and brandished it angrily.

"Let me intercept this insolence sire. I'll take my sword to his bed sheets. I'll not leave a piece large enough to even conceal a pin."

"Put your sword away Marcellus. Your zeal for my safety is always appreciated. I will grant this Apollodorus an audience. Show him in."

He entered the room slowly. He was a big man. Standing a full head taller than the Romans and was equally as broad in the shoulders. He stopped some distance away.

"Are you the one who brings a message from Cleopatra?"

"Queen Cleopatra great Caesar."

"Oh I beg your pardon. Queen Cleopatra. Where are my manners? You may set the sheets down and leave. One of my servants will change my bed."

Apollodorus stood still, his legs planted slightly apart. The bed sheets held easily across his chest.

"Well what are you waiting for? Did you not hear? Put it down over there and be on your way," Dolabella ordered.

"Your pardon General but my Queen instructed me to give this to Caesar and no one else."

"Your load looks heavy Apollodorus. Why aren*t you carrying it over your shoulder?" Julius interrupted.

"This was the way I was told to carry it."

"By whom?"

"I take orders from Queen Cleopatra only."

"Do you always do as you are told?"

"Yes."

"You're a good servant then."

"I try to please my Queen. She honours me by letting me stay in her employ."

"My manservant over there, Lucius, says I shouldn't trust you. Queen Cleopatra clearly does. But tell me is he wrong?"

"Yes Caesar."

Julius had been studying the linen, the way it bent in Apollodorus' arms.

'It's almost as if he's carrying someone, a small person'

"I think I'm beginning to understand. Thank you gentlemen you may leave us now."

The Generals looked at each other in disbelief. It was an order. Caesar could see that Marcellus wanted to object but didn't.

'At least he is learning'

As he walked past Julius spoke to him.

"Marcellus seeing as your sword is desperate to drink Egyptian blood perhaps you would be kind enough to lend it to me."

The steel sang as it was pulled from the scabbard. Marcellus turned it, held it by its tip and laid it gently across his forearm, offering it as a sword should be offered. Julius took it by the handle and held it firmly. It was a very fine officers sword. It felt good in his hand.

"Thank you."

Marcellus saluted and strode for the door where the others were waiting. The door closed with a thud. Now they were alone. The two of them. Apollodorus bowed his head to the Roman then went down on one knee and put the bed clothes down.

Julius bent at the knee and brought the sword in close to where the bundle was tied at one end.

"Please be careful. The sheets are quite delicate."

"Don't worry. I can be deft with a sword."

He gently cut the string and proceeded to the other end and cut that one as well. Then turning his back on Apollodorus he took hold of the end of the bundle and with great strength he pulled it towards himself. It began to unroll, turning and turning and when it reached the end a female figure rolled out onto the floor and stopped, face down. Julius looked puzzled for a few moments. The girl's dress was plain.

"What's this Apollodorus. You bring a slave girl to me at this hour."

The girl turned over slowly and propped herself up on one elbow. Her long dark hair was in ringlets about her head. One had come loose and was down across her face. Her right leg was bent up at the knee and her split in her dress had fallen away to reveal a shapely, smooth thigh.

Caesar extended his hand but the girl swatted it away as she brushed the hair from her face.

"I am no slave."

Apollodorus jumped to his feet.

"Hail Cleopatra. Daughter of Isis. Queen of upper and lower Egypt."

Julius Caesar pulled the girl to her feet.

"Queen Cleopatra did you say?"

"Yes," she retorted straightening her dress and dusting off her hands.

The Roman glared at her open mouthed, then at Apollodorus, then at the sheets. Then he threw back his head and roared with laughter.

"My dear girl is this some sort of elaborate hoax?"

"It's no hoax and you should not be mocking me. Caesar I had to come to you, to speak urgently with you and I and Apollodorus came up with this plan so as my brother and his guards would not be suspicious."

"Ah yes your brother. But you are Queen are you not?"

"You've met my brother, spoken with him. Did you not see how those two, Pothinus and Theodotus control him."

"Theodotus? Ah yes, the boy King's school teacher is he not?"

"My brother is a puppet. It is those two who secretly rule. Ptolemy has no power. He is duped by the rest of them, and Achillas."

"They have all been summoned to my audience. You were the last one on my list. All except Achillas who is as yet unaccounted for."

"That's because Achillas has slipped through your net mighty Caesar. He is as we speak racing through the desert to his army on the banks of the Nile."

She saw the discomfort on the Roman dictator's face.

"I'm afraid Caesar that you find yourself in a desperate situation."

His head was aching and his throat dry. He put the sword down on a table within reach. He poured himself some wine and drank thirstily.

"Have you had the wine tested to make sure it contains no poison?"

He took the cup away from his lips and studied it.

"At least it would put me out of my misery. An end to mya." he searched for her word, "a.desperate situation."

She crossed the gap between them.

"Caesar I must insist that you reinstate me as Queen as soon as possible. Sole ruler preferably."

He was rubbing his brow, tired now. He took his hand away to look at her. She was quite plain looking. He knew she was twenty one, her voice sexy, her breasts full. Her body was slim and her skin that he could see was blemish less. She was quite beautiful he decided.

"I'm afraid that's impossible."

"Impossible?"

"The agreement made between Rome and your father was that yourself and your brother would rule the lands of upper and lower Egypt jointly. Rome was and is to be an arbiter in the situation only. Egypt was to keep its own laws and customs."

"So you're going to do nothing?"

"I didn't say that. I merely said that until you and your brother are in my presence at the same time I can make no ruling and as I see that the hour grows late I guess it will not be tonight."

He strode over to his writing desk, took a wax tablet and pressed his ring into the soft wax. The indent was perfect. He took the tablet to Apollodorus.

"Give this to the Captain of my guard. See that the Queen is given suitable accommodation."

Apollodorus nodded and turned to leave.

"Stop! Where do you think you're going?"

"Majesty Ia." he stopped as Cleopatra cut him off.

"Who do you take your orders from?"

Apollodorus didn't know what to do. Obviously he would always follow the Queen's instructions but when a man was present and in particular this man, he felt he should take orders from the Roman.

"Do not presume to tell me Caesar where I can or can't go. May I remind you that this is my palace, not yours, and all of it is accessible to me and may I further remind you that it is you, not me, who requires suitable accommodation. You are after all my guest."

Both men stood and stared at her flabbergasted. She had one hand on her hip. Caesar wanted to laugh again but chose not to. Instead he smiled.

"Thank you for reminding me Queen Cleopatra. I am honoured to be your guest."