An extract from the novel, The Gods Of War by Conn Iggulden.
Young Adult (18-35)
British, England - Received Pronunciation (RP, BBC)
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the bloody hand shoved Julius against the back of his seat, and he turned in an agony of hope to see who had stopped him. Brutus walked across the central floor of the theatre, his hands clasped behind his back. Even his Julius felt relief. He saw his old friend, too, carried a blade in his hand, and he slumped. Broken Ley. You, too, Brutus, he said. Brutus stepped into the line of benches and raised his knife up to Juliet's face. His eyes held a great sadness at a triumph Julius could not bear to witness. Yes, Brutus replied softly. Then kill me quickly. I cannot leave him. No, this Julius said, his voice a whisper. Brutus watched in silence is Julius showed his contempt for them all. He bowed his head under the toga, folding his shaking hands into the cloth. Then he sat perfectly still and waited for death.