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Название книги: Roman blood
Автор(ы): Steven Saylor
Жанр: Исторический детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Roman-blood-192221.html
Steven SaylorRoman bloodA Mystery of Ancient Rome
Part OneHigh and Low
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The slave who came to fetch me on that unseasonably warm spring morning was a young man, hardly more than twenty.Usually, when a client sends for me, the messenger is a slave from the very lowest rung of the household — a grub, a cripple, a half-wit boy from the stables stinking of dung and sneezing from the bits of straw in his hair. It's a kind of formality; when one seeks out the services of Gordianus the Finder, one keeps a certain distance and restraint. It's as if I were a leper, or the priest of some unclean Oriental cult. I'm used to it. I take no offence — so long as my accounts are paid on time and in full.The slave who stood at my door on this particular morning, however, was very clean and meticulously groomed. He had a quiet manner that was respectful but far from grovelling — the politeness one expects from any young man addressing another man ten years his elder. His Latin was impeccable (better than mine), and the voi
Название книги: Roman blood
Автор(ы): Steven Saylor
Жанр: Исторический детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Roman-blood-192221.html
Steven SaylorRoman bloodA Mystery of Ancient Rome
Part OneHigh and Low
1
The slave who came to fetch me on that unseasonably warm spring morning was a young man, hardly more than twenty.Usually, when a client sends for me, the messenger is a slave from the very lowest rung of the household — a grub, a cripple, a half-wit boy from the stables stinking of dung and sneezing from the bits of straw in his hair. It's a kind of formality; when one seeks out the services of Gordianus the Finder, one keeps a certain distance and restraint. It's as if I were a leper, or the priest of some unclean Oriental cult. I'm used to it. I take no offence — so long as my accounts are paid on time and in full.The slave who stood at my door on this particular morning, however, was very clean and meticulously groomed. He had a quiet manner that was respectful but far from grovelling — the politeness one expects from any young man addressing another man ten years his elder. His Latin was impeccable (better than mine), and the voi
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