When I was eleven the soldiers hailed me as Augustus; that was in the war against the Parthians, before Ktesiphon.

But they did the same to Geta.
This was like wormwood in the sweet draught; and if then--But what can a girl care about the state, and the fate of rulers and nations ?" "Yes, go on," said Melissa.

"I see already what you are coming to.

You disliked the idea of sharing your power with another." "Nay," cried Caracalla, vehemently, "I not only disliked it, it was intolerable, impossible! What I want you to see is that I did not grudge my brother his share of my father's inheritance, like any petty trader.
The world--that is the point--the world itself was too small for two of us.

It was not I, but Fate, which had doomed Geta to die.