Emperor Caracalla’s feast was ready. His mother, Julia, had asked that he and his co-Emperor brother Geta resolve their feud for the good of the Empire. This feast, thought Caracalla, will do just that. An orgy of food, entertainment, and exotic delights, decadent even by Roman standards, were to be enjoyed this night. Even the torchlight danced with greens and purples, not just the usual reds, oranges, and yellows. All was ready. Caracalla was full of joy and heartiness, even embracing his brother. Yet never letting slip that Geta’s favoured dessert, dormouse in honey and sesame seeds, was poisoned.
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