Imperium [antikvár]

I My name is Tiro. For thirty-six years I was the confidential secretary of the Roman statesman Cicero. At first this was exciting, then astonishing, then arduous, and finally extremely dangerous. During those years I believe he spent more hours with me than with any other person, including his own family. I witnessed his private meetings and carried his secret messages. I took down his speeches, his letters and his literary works, even his poetry - such an outpouring of words that I had to invent what is commonly called shorthand to cope with the flow, a system still used to record the deliberations of the senate, and for which I was recently awarded a modest pension. This, along with a few legacies and the kindness of friends, is sufficient to keep me in my retirement. I do not require much. The elderly live on air, and 1 am very old - almost a hundred, or so they tell me. In the decades after his death, I was often asked, usually in whispers, what Cicero was really like, but always 1 held my silence. How was I to know who was a government spy and who was not? At any moment I expected to be purged. But since my life is almost