Rocket Chinese 4
December 25th, 2008 . by admin”Moments later the attendant ushered Atilius into a chamber heaped with violets, roses, hyacinths, and lilies—all purchased from Rome’s expensive hot houses by ardent admirers. At the far end of the Rocket Chinese room sat the magnificent Pelopidas, like a monarch on his throne, lavender robes cascading down his ample body. With his cheeks and lips still painted red from his performance, and his wig removed, and a silver hairnet binding his thinning hair, he looked like a giant toad surveying his kingdom. He waved away his circle of Egyptian slaves and said in an unusually high voice, “You have a personal message from the Emperor?” Atilius hesitated, suddenly realizing what the door attendant must have said. “Well, do you or do you not?” Pelopidas’s thick lips rolled impatiently.