Ancient history was a topic that Master Seif, as she joked about being called (she had her Masters, was working towards her doctorate), excelled in. Unfortunately, the topic of the day was not Egypt, her area of expertise, but early Roman history.
“You all know of Marcus Brutus, I’m sure,” Amira was saying, golden eyes alight, “but I’ll bet you didn’t know there were two famous Brutii in Rome,” she took a seat on the table in front of the class, crossed her legs and smiled at them. She was always rather informal in her sessions. Even her attire couldn’t be called business casual, since it was dark jeans, a short-sleeved green top, and black tennis shoes.
“The first Brutus is, in fact, the entire reason we have the second Brutus, for the first Brutus styled himself as a killer of tyrants. It was why such a heavy weight fell on the shoulders of his descendants.”
The fall of the Roman monarchy had been the topic of discussion in class, and she was meant to continue it that Thursday evening. So, for a while she talked of Lucius Junius Brutus, the infamous Rape of Lucretia, the king Lucius Tarquinius Superbus (intentionally pronouncing it Super Bus at first), and the beginnings of the Roman Republic with the two-consul system to prevent a tyrant from coming into power.
Though she drew connections between Lucius Brutus and Marcus Brutus, she also drew connections to Gaius Maecenas, who claimed descent from the kings. She also compared Lucretia to Final Fantasy 7’s Lucrecia, for which she saw a few eyes widen in understanding—part of her job was to show how history came to effect all things, and the fact that FF7 found inspiration in this ancient history was always intriguing.
Add in a few quotes of Shakespeare to show how he had been aware of the Brutus connection, and she concluded talk of the Roman monarchy.
Amira pushed herself up from the table, golden rings and gold-painted nails clicking on the table as she stood, “But as you’ll see next week, the Roman Republic made a fatal error in allowing for dictators,” her smile was a touch devious, and it lit her eyes with mischief, “We’ll discuss Quinctius Cincinnatus next week, the dictator all others were expected to emulate but never did.”
They’d just briefly touch on those topics. The discussion of Roman stuff ended in two weeks, so none of it would ever be discussed in depth. “You may all go out and enjoy your evening,” she said with a pleasant smile, before she turned to gather her own things.
It was an unspoken rule that at least one student was going to talk to her before she got to leave in peace, and she expected it as she picked up her black purse, plotting out the course of her night. She brushed a hand back through her dark hair and racked her brain to try and remember if she was forgetting anything pertinent, like a paper.
“You all know of Marcus Brutus, I’m sure,” Amira was saying, golden eyes alight, “but I’ll bet you didn’t know there were two famous Brutii in Rome,” she took a seat on the table in front of the class, crossed her legs and smiled at them. She was always rather informal in her sessions. Even her attire couldn’t be called business casual, since it was dark jeans, a short-sleeved green top, and black tennis shoes.
“The first Brutus is, in fact, the entire reason we have the second Brutus, for the first Brutus styled himself as a killer of tyrants. It was why such a heavy weight fell on the shoulders of his descendants.”
The fall of the Roman monarchy had been the topic of discussion in class, and she was meant to continue it that Thursday evening. So, for a while she talked of Lucius Junius Brutus, the infamous Rape of Lucretia, the king Lucius Tarquinius Superbus (intentionally pronouncing it Super Bus at first), and the beginnings of the Roman Republic with the two-consul system to prevent a tyrant from coming into power.
Though she drew connections between Lucius Brutus and Marcus Brutus, she also drew connections to Gaius Maecenas, who claimed descent from the kings. She also compared Lucretia to Final Fantasy 7’s Lucrecia, for which she saw a few eyes widen in understanding—part of her job was to show how history came to effect all things, and the fact that FF7 found inspiration in this ancient history was always intriguing.
Add in a few quotes of Shakespeare to show how he had been aware of the Brutus connection, and she concluded talk of the Roman monarchy.
Amira pushed herself up from the table, golden rings and gold-painted nails clicking on the table as she stood, “But as you’ll see next week, the Roman Republic made a fatal error in allowing for dictators,” her smile was a touch devious, and it lit her eyes with mischief, “We’ll discuss Quinctius Cincinnatus next week, the dictator all others were expected to emulate but never did.”
They’d just briefly touch on those topics. The discussion of Roman stuff ended in two weeks, so none of it would ever be discussed in depth. “You may all go out and enjoy your evening,” she said with a pleasant smile, before she turned to gather her own things.
It was an unspoken rule that at least one student was going to talk to her before she got to leave in peace, and she expected it as she picked up her black purse, plotting out the course of her night. She brushed a hand back through her dark hair and racked her brain to try and remember if she was forgetting anything pertinent, like a paper.