Aurelia gains a taste for when in Rome, witnesses the hundred day opening of the Coliseum, bets on a race in the Circus Maximus. She suffers abuse and experiences an orgy of delights through a labyrinth of life.
Octavian joins the famous Agricola during those final years of conquest. His star is on the rise.
Marcus receives a kind offer that he will not refuse, after Pompeii lies buried under a sea of ash. His eagle is on the rise.
This is another warts and all story of ambition, and assimilation as the Next Generations come to the fore.
No one invented Saints during the first century AD. Is it any wonder the family play by Roman rules and not ours?