Augustus looked around. His gaze lingered on Isis for a second, and seeing her head stuck in her hands, he then focused on the rest of the audience. Wiping the tears from his face, he shook with rage when he looked back down at the bodies again. He was already boiling with anger when he was first told about the massacre of the merchants, and although he had wished to delay the funeral service, he also understood Justinian's argument that things had to move quickly whilst the people of Danmor were still in a state of wanting war.
Yet the words spoken by Isis, the raw feeling in them. Even if she had never been a slave of Cras, the emotion in her words still resonated with him as much as it did with the people. With a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked around.
