“They’ve made me as tall as you,” he said proudly.
“Well, you almost are. You are tall, like your father.” And he had kept the resemblance, with the same broad face and keen, deep-set eyes.
“My father,” he said quietly. “It makes me sad that I can never see him.”
“Yes, it makes me sad too.”
The Memoirs of Cleopatra - Margaret George
From the first instant I saw you, entering Rome on that monstrous stone beast, shining in the sun like a little gold toy how I envied Caesar. Went suddenly sick with it. Not his conquests or his triumphs. Not his titles of the mob. I envied him you.
Back in Alexandria the Queen did everything she could to impose the presence of her son’s assassinated father on her people. The parallel between the assassination of Caesar and that of Osiris, the father of Horus, is clear. Cleopatra dedicated a huge temple to him - the Caesareum - along the coast of the present day Eastern port. Philo of Alexandria expressed his admiration, using terms unusual for a monotheist Jew: “No such sanctuary exists anywhere else…situated on an artificial hill…a temple of dimensions unknown in any other place, with votive offerings, including paintings and statues in gold and silver…embellished with porticoes, libraries, rooms, gardens, portals and large open courtyards
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Cleopatra of Egypt, From History to Myth
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But before any reports came to me about either set of games, I had yet another misfortune. I lost the child I was carrying, the last legacy from Caesar.
In its particulars, it was like the birth of Caesarion, only the child was too small to live - it was only halfway to its time of normal birth. I was forced to lie abed, dosed with pennyroyal and draughts of red wine. It was not my body that needed cosseting, however, but my spirits.
Farewell, and farewell, I thought, holding tightly to the pendant around my neck. Now there will never be a new thing between us; our life together is frozen in the past.
Gone, gone, and gone, I repeated to myself, lying on the bed, and each word was like a hammer on my soul. Gone forever.
The Memoirs of Cleopatra - Margaret George
My child is in danger! Our child, the future of Rome!
His future is in Egypt.
His destiny is greater than that! He joins two worlds as your heir!
It can not be..it will not be.