Without another word, he knelt on the steps before her.

The tension slid away from Cleopatra as she looked down on his flushed face. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “I have never known a man to kneel with such pride,” she murmured into his ear, making him laugh.

Julius summoned his Gaul generals to him after he had eaten and bathed. The new officers from Greece would have to wait a little longer for an audience. He chose the room Brutus had been using in the scribes’ quarter and looked around him in interest at the changes as he waited for them to arrive.

Brutus and Domitius entered first, saluting and taking the chairs he offered. Regulus came behind them, his usual grim manner made lighter by Julius’s return. Octavian and Ciro took their seats as Domitius poured wine for the rest.

Julius watched them all as they accepted the goblets and raised them in his direction before drinking. They looked fit and dark from the sun, Ciro in particular. He might have passed for one of the native Egyptians. Octavian had a new scar on his cheek that stood out against his skin. Of all of them, his manner was the most reserved and Julius missed the relaxed camaraderie of their years together. He had been away for almost six months and felt uncomfortable at the distance that had grown between them.

“Should I ask for a formal report, gentlemen?” he said. “Or shall we drink and talk until the sun goes down?”

Regulus smiled, but the others were oddly wary. It was Octavian who broke the silence.

“I’m glad to see you back, sir,” he said.

Brutus was staring at the younger man in what could have been polite interest, and Julius wondered what had gone on between them. He did not want to hear of squabbling and bad feeling. His time on the Nile made such things seem trivial.

“The city is quiet, Julius,” Brutus said, “as you might expect with the best part of thirty thousand soldiers here. We’ve had a few incidents of looting and some of the men are in desert barracks on punishment drills. Nothing that couldn’t be handled. We’ve given them a decent sewage system and brought a little order to the docks. Apart from that, it’s been a pleasant rest for some of us. How is the queen?”

Julius nodded to Brutus, pleased at the lack of fuss. “The birth is due in a few weeks, or even less,” he said, his eyes softening at the thought.

“A son and heir,” Brutus said. Julius did not see him glance at Octavian. “You’ll have to make peace with Calpurnia when you return.”