“Rusticus, wasn’t that the most wonderful Triumph! I think the people really enjoyed the opportunity to show their appreciation for the work of the firefighters in saving the city.”

“Yes sir. Today’s event was certainly organized, especially given the short notice.” The tepid comment was the best Rusticus could do. He didn’t want to burst Nero’s bubble, but the applause of the people meant nothing to him. He knew that rich and poor alike felt it was their civic duty to clap, and that not appearing supportive might be interpreted as having treasonous thoughts. Contrary to certain Greek philosophers, you could force someone to love and respect you, or at least act as if they did.

“I want you to investigate who started this terrible fire, Rusticus. We owe it to the people to explain what happened. Obviously this has to be done carefully and tactfully by someone that I trust and that the people trust. You have a reputation of being fair and objective and incorruptible.”

“I would be honored to investigate it. Thanks for your confidence in me.”

“Can you look into it and still do your regular duties?”

“I’m sure that I can. I’ll get my friend Taurus to assist me.”

“Excellent! Report your progress only to me of course. Others will pressure you for answers, but speculations and isolated discoveries would only add to the constant rumors.”

“I agree completely,” replied Rusticus, though he knew Nero well enough to anticipate the Emperor “editing” his report before it went public. Nonetheless, he was excited about the project, which would give him an excuse to get out of the office routine.