An Emperor's Guide

An Emperor's Guide — page 1
Writing Down My Rules Writing Down My Rules I am a Roman emperor and have ruled my vast empire for many years MY SUBJECTS MUST OBEY ME After all I give them bread to eat I entertain them in my circuses too I am very wise to keep them happy But I am also a bit old So I need to teach my son all my rules before he becomes Emperor My scribes are writing them down carefully MY RULES MUST BE WRITTEN CLEARLY My scribes begin using the best papyrus paper and ink I can hear their reed pens scratching away My chief scribe watches over them I do not want any hidden jokes or ink blots I am now lying down to ease my aches and pains I feel death just around the corner The scribes must work quickly I call for a priest He wrings his hands at the thought of my death He takes some fine food to the altar of the Parcae the Fates who decide when we die The priest asks him how long I have got There is no reply I feel sick with worry My trusted consul a top official now fetches the royal doctor He is from Greece like many doctors here in Rome My last doctor prescribed unwashed wool for a sore eye and I stank all day So I banished him to far-off Britain 6