Celer

The steward went away and came back with a single word, which apparently was all that Celer had been able to gasp: “Come!”

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I am Quintus Caecilius Metellus Celer—praetor, augur, lately returned from the army of my brother-in-law, Pompey the Great.

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After the auguries had been taken, Celer got to his feet to declare that a dispatch had just arrived from Caesar in Further Spain, which he now proposed to read.

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In fact, like Crassus, Celer could not have been friendlier.

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Even Celer swayed back on his heels at that, for the lowering of the flag—signaling the approach of an enemy army—would automatically suspend the assembly, and the Janiculum was always heavily protected by guards.

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I just heard it from your next-door neighbor, my darling sister—who sends her love, by the way—who received the news by special messenger from husband Celer last night.

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Celer said, I was told you two had become great friends while I was away.

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Speak to Celer, will you, and the others, on my behalf?

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Celer stood nearby with the pularii clustered around him.

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That Celer had been murdered he never doubted, although whether Caesar had a hand in it, or Clodius, or both, he never discovered, and the truth remains a mystery to this day.

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