Well, the pot is boiling! Tilla thinks Ruso will sell her so she runs away. She is sheltered by Britons, then tries to return to her village. Romans capture her. Returned to (evil) Priscus who will probably kill her. I was right, he is the murderer. Ruso spends all his money to retrieve a boy who is being torn from his mother and sold into slavery. But wait . . . he now needs the money to keep Priscus from selling Trilla into slavery. And there's more. One of the other girls is giving birth -- and only Trilla can save her (she's a midwife.) But Trilla has a poison acorn in her mouth that she will chomp down on if anyone invades her territory. So, Ruso talks her into being a midwife. Baby born successfully, of course. Mom alive, of course. Now can Ruso talk her into being his wife. (Turns out she's the daughter of a centurion, so not really of slave stock.) I'll know tomorrow, but my guess is that all will work out well. Fun, but hardly historical fiction. Author uses phrases like "low-life" and "I worked my balls off." No attempt even to duplicate the language.
"Ambassadors are essentially spies with titles." Napoleon President of Italy . . . Peace treaty with England (Amiens) in March 1802, with Turkey in June 1802 . . . flawed peace treaty with England because there was no opening up of France for trade with England, infuriating the English who thought peace would mean trade. . . tourism, though--Brits come to Paris and admire Napoleon . . . British liberals enamored . . . Napoleon "consul for life" . . . lots of unsettled territories, Switzerland being the largest . . . Industrialization much greater in England than France . . . France in 1802 is about the same as England in 1780 as a manufacturing center . . . Napoleon is basically Anglophobic, complaining of any art work that celebrates English victories being shown in Louvre . . . peace unraveling . . . by 1803 . . . War May 18, 1803! . . . Louisiana Territory sold, advantageous to both parties. France gets money; USA gets land. France avoids possible war with ...
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