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The Fires Of Pompeii Pt. 2

"Lucius. My pleasure, as always" Caecilius says.

"Quintus, stand up."

"A rare and great honour, sir, for you to come to my house" Caecilius holds out his hand, but Lucius does not take it.

"The birds are flying north, and the wind is in the west."

"Quite. Absolutely. That's good, is it?"

"Only the grain of wheat knows where it will grow."

"There now, Metella. Have you ever heard such wisdom?"

"Never. It's an honour."

"Pardon me, sir. I have guests. This is Spartacus, Spartacus and, er, Spartacus" {Y/N}, the Doctor and Donna wave.

"A name is but a cloud upon a summer wind."

"But the wind is felt most keenly in the dark" {Y/N} says.

"Ah. But what is the dark, other than an omen of the sun?"

"I concede that every sun must set."

"Ha."

"And yet the son of the father must also rise" {Y/N} says.

"Damn. Very clever, ma'am. Evidently, a woman of learning."

"Oh, yes. But don't mind her. Don't want to disturb the status quo" the Doctor says.

"He's Celtic."

"We'll be off in a minute" the Doctor says.

"I'm not going" Donna says.

"It's ready, sir."

"You've got to" the Doctor says to Donna.

"Well, I'm not" she replies.

"The moment of revelation. And here it is" as the Doctor takes {Y/N} and Donna to the TARDIS, he looks back to see a stone tile carved as a circuit board has just been unveiled.

"Exactly as you specified. It pleases you, sir?"

"As the rain pleases the soil."

"Oh, now that's different. Who designed that, then?" the Doctor asks.

"My Lord Lucius was very specific" Caecilius says.

"Where'd you get the pattern?"

"On the rain and mist and wind."

"But that looks like a circuit" Donna says.

"Made of stone" {Y/N} replies.

"Do you mean you just dreamt that thing up?" Donna asks.

"That is my job, as City Augur."

"What's that, then, like the mayor?"

"Oh, ha. You must excuse our friend, she's from Barcelona" the Doctor says.

"No, but this is an age of superstition. Of official superstition. The Augur is paid by the city to tell the future. The wind will blow from the west? That's the equivalent of ten o'clock news" {Y/N} says quietly to Donna as a young female enters the room, swaying and pale.

"They're laughing at us. Those three, they use words like tricksters. They're mocking us" she says.

"No, no, I'm not. We meant no offence" the Doctor says.

"I'm sorry. My daughter's been consuming the vapours."

"Oh, for gods, Mother. What have you been doing to her?"

"Not now, Quintus."

"Yeah, but she's sick. Just look at her."

"I gather I have a rival in this household. Another with the gift."