"I have given you Gaul. The earth is black and rich there for your farms. Its gold will build a new Rome, greater than anything we have seen before. A new forum, courts, amphitheaters, racetracks, theaters, and baths. All this is my gift to you. In return, I ask that you raise your heads and know you walk the streets of the center of the world. All roads lead here, to us. All courts have their authority from us. Weigh every act with that in mind and be sure you act nobly, for we are the nobility of all cities. We hold the torch for Greece, Spain, Gaul, and Britain to follow. To the least of you, to the poorest, I tell you to work and there will be food for your table. Struggle for justice and it will be there for you."

He was aware that the soldiers under Regulus had caught whoever was responsible for the unseen crime. Three men were swiftly trussed and Julius swore privately that they would regret interrupting his speech. He glanced to where the heavy bronze doors of the Senate house hung at angles. Despite himself, his mood was souring and he took a deep breath before speaking again.

"You will elect a new Senate with the courage to stand and face the results of their actions. Those who have run are worthless men and I will tell them so, when I catch them." He nodded as laughter spread over the forum.

"If Pompey refuses to accept the peace I offer, I will not desert you, or leave you without protection. I will leaven you with the best of my soldiers, so that there will be order and law behind me. My city is not to be abandoned. It is not to be risked."

They hung on the words that came from him and he felt his spirits lift again.

"That is far in the future. Tonight, and tomorrow, my men will want good wine and the company of beautiful women. I will buy every amphora in Rome and we will celebrate. Gaul is ours and I am home."

Ciro and Octavian threw silver coins over the people as they cheered themselves hoarse as Julius turned away, gesturing to his officers to follow him inside the empty Senate chamber.

Brutus turned at the doorway and looked back at the crowd. "What if Pompey had stayed?" he said.

Julius shrugged, his smile vanishing. "I would have killed him. Rome is mine and always has been." He walked into the cool interior, leaving Brutus alone on the steps.

The echoing Senate house was subtly different from the one Julius remembered. The sheath of creamy marble on the walls showed the attempt to re-create the old Curia, but it was not the chamber where he had seen Marius and Sulla argue, or heard Cato's voice dominate the discussion. Though he had not thought the loss could touch him, there was a dull pain somewhere deep. All the foundations of his life were being removed and part of him would always want to go back.

He tried to stifle his thoughts as the men with him took seats on the benches. Marius would have berated him for that sort of weakness. The past was comforting because it was safe. It was also dead and gone; there were no mysteries to be found there. Facing the future, with all its uncertainty, took courage and strength. He inhaled deeply of the air in the chamber, smelling the oiled wood and clean plaster.

"Fetch Adan for me, Ciro. I will need a record of my orders," he said.

Ciro rose quickly and disappeared out into the sun. Julius looked at the others and smiled. Octavian, Mark Antony, Brutus, and Domitius. They were men he could trust. Men with whom he could begin an empire. Though the future had its fears, it was the place for dreams. He hardly dared think where his path could take him by the end.

"So, gentlemen, it was worth crossing the Rubicon, at least so far. It is a good place to start."

Adan came in and took a seat as he gathered his writing materials. He could not resist glancing around the chamber. For him, it was a place of legend, having never known the other. His eyes shone.

"We must find barracks and homes for our men inside the city before tonight," Julius continued, once Adan was settled. "Ciro, that is your task. Domitius, I want every drop of wine the city has to offer to be distributed freely. Get the best price you can, but I want the whole of Rome drunk by midnight. Spread the first taste of our gold into their pouches and tell them I want parties in every street and great house, open to all. Torches on the walls and crossroads. We'll light the city from one end to the other-buy oil and use the Tenth to keep order for tonight, the Third for tomorrow. We must have some sober soldiers to keep the peace.

"Octavian, you will send a century of the extraordinarii to Ostia, to make certain Pompey has left. We've no reason to doubt our informants, but the old fox has been cunning before."

He paused to think and Mark Antony cleared his throat. "What about the senators who did not go to Greece?"

Julius nodded. "They must be courted. They will be the core that gives stability after the elections. Spread the word that they are brave men to have resisted Pompey. Make them all heroes. We will ask for their help in the new administration and give my word they will be safe. We need them."

"And the elections?" Mark Antony continued. "I would want to hold them as soon as possible."

"Then you have the task. Consuls, magistrates, senators, quaestors, and praetors for the new regions of Gaul-we must have them all. Begin the notices the day after tomorrow, when the hangovers start wearing off. I will leave the details to you, but I want the posts filled quickly. We will have two consuls to head the Senate, once I have seen who is left among the nobilitas. If they are the men I think they are, they should already be considering the benefits of staying behind."

A frown crossed his face for an instant. "Not Bibilus, though. If he is still in the city, I do not want him. The man is not fit for authority of any kind."

Mark Antony nodded and Adan scratched on his tablets until Julius noticed.

"Wipe that part clear, Adan. I do not want every private opinion recorded. It is enough to have it said between us."

He watched as the young Spaniard ran a calloused thumb over the wax square and was satisfied.

"This is a new start, gentlemen. It will take months to build a fleet and I intend to use that time to revise the laws of Rome from the very beginning. When we leave, the city will be peaceful and more secure than we found her-and the laws will apply to all. They will see that I have kept my word to them. I will begin with a reform of the courts. There will be no more bribery and favors. This is a chance to make the city work as it was meant to. As it did for our fathers."

He stopped, looking around the echoing chamber and imagining it full once again of the lawmakers and rulers of Rome.

"We have the whole of Gaul to administer. The roads and enclosures there must continue. Taxes must be paid and revenues collected for the public buildings. It will be hard work. I should think our legions in Gaul will be pleased to get the call home when we are ready." He grinned as he considered the enormity of the task before them.

"When I have a fleet, I will call all but one legion south. Gaul will not rise again this generation, not after us."

"Will we have enough men to beat Pompey?" Mark Antony said quietly.

Julius glanced at him. "If every legion in Greece goes over to him, we could be overwhelmed, but we pardoned the men of Corfinium, did we not? The word will spread, even to Greece. Pompey's own men will take that piece of gossip to the legions there. Our people will wonder if they are on the right side in this. I expect many to come to me before the end." He paused to look around at the men who had come so far with him.

"There can only be one ending between us after we meet in the field. Pompey will never be second to me. I will let it be known that any man who surrenders to my forces will be pardoned and honored for his loyalty. I will be the symbol of the old Rome against the new, and I will have my private letters copied and distributed, begging Pompey to choose exile over the death of Roman citizens." He grinned suddenly. "It will drive him mad."