Dies Martis xiii October XXXIII

The time is far spent and the sun sets on yet another day in this prison of Pandateria. Days are barely distinguishable from one another; there is nothing to mark them as different. The only things that change are the men who guard my cell and the thoughts inside my head. As the sun begins to set over the island, I remember the beautiful sight of the sun setting over the waters of the Mediterranean as Germanicus and I, with our children, sailed to Syria in the East. At the time I had little understanding as to why he was sent. Victory in Germany was on the rise, so why the sudden change to the east? But now I see. Tiberius was behind all this. He had a strong distaste for Germanicus right from the start; and Germanicus was popular. Tiberius was not.

And so we went east; because Tiberius sent us; because he had the power.