Broomed For Success by Morgana Best

Author:Morgana Best [Best, Morgana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780648660101
Publisher: Best Cosy Books

Chapter 11

Oleander stood up. “No!”

“I was conjuring Caesar cocktails,” I said, ducking my head towards Julius Caesar standing in my kitchen door.

I clutched my chest. The whole room spun. I was certain I would faint. I sat down and put my head between my knees.

“Who’s this person?” the internal affairs investigator asked in a belligerent tone.

“We are having a meeting of the East Bucklebury drama group,” Athanasius said. “George here is a method actor. We’re doing an artistic take on Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar.”

Julius Caesar let out a string of Latin. I didn’t need to understand Latin to know it contained some expletives. His face had turned as white as his toga.

“My Latin is quite good,” Athanasius said. “I’ll try.” He walked over to Caesar and they had a faltering conversation.

“Goldie, fetch Caesar a large glass of wine,” Athanasius called out. He helped Caesar into a comfortable chair. At that point, Caesar spotted Persnickle and jumped to his feet. Athanasius spoke to him once more. Caesar nodded and sat back down. I ran into the kitchen and fetched the strongest wine I could find and poured it into a spare mason jar. I figured the situation called for more than a wine glass.

I took it back and gave it to Caesar. “Gratias ago,” he said.

I smiled in return.

“Why isn’t he speaking in English?” the investigator said.

“We’ve already told you—he’s a method actor,” I said. “He has to be Julius Caesar until we put on the play.”

“All right, then I’ll be on my way.” The investigator muttered something to himself and left. I shut the door behind him before turning my attention back to Caesar.

“How is he doing?” I asked Athanasius.

“Remarkably well,” he said. “He thinks you’re a Persian magician.”

“Isn’t that a bit of a quantum leap?” I asked him.

Athanasius shrugged. “Apparently, in his time the Persian magicians were the ones who practised magic. It’s awfully good that he thinks that. I’ve explained to him about his coming to the future. He isn’t too pleased because Cleopatra was visiting Rome and was staying in Caesar’s villa just outside Rome when you brought him here. Now, we must be very careful not to tell him what happens to him, because we can’t change history.”

I snorted. “Of course! I’ve watched enough Doctor Who episodes to know that. Of course we can’t tell him what’s going to happen to him. Anyway, I don’t know much ancient history and he can’t speak English.”

Athanasius looked off into the distance. “Well, Pompey was already dead by now if I remember my history correctly. My guess is he’s come from around 47 BC.”

“He seems like a nice man,” Oleander said.

Caesar had drained the mason jar already and was holding it out to me for a refill.

“I don’t know how strong the wine was in his day, but he’ll soon be a nice drunk man,” I added. I fetched the wine to refill Caesar’s glass. He drank it as though he was drinking water.

“You might have to slow down on that,” I said.

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