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Marcus
Aurelius
sat
in
his
great
tent
,
lit
only
by
the
light
of
a
fire
,
and
prepared
himself
to
tell
Commodus
of
his
decision
.
Finally
,
he
said
,
"
You
will
do
your
duty
for
Rome
.
"
Commodus
stood
in
front
of
him
,
proud
and
tall
,
waiting
to
hear
his
father
name
him
as
the
next
Caesar
.
"
Yes
,
Father
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
you
will
not
be
Emperor
,
"
Marcus
said
.
Commodus
froze
as
his
future
suddenly
disappeared
.
"
Who
will
take
my
place
?
"
he
asked
.
"
My
power
will
pass
to
Maximus
,
to
hold
until
the
Senate
is
ready
to
rule
.
Rome
will
be
a
republic
again
.
I
can
see
that
you
are
not
happy
,
my
son
.
.
.
"
"
You
break
my
heart
,
"
Commodus
said
.
"
I
have
tried
to
make
you
proud
.
.
.
but
I
could
never
do
it
.
Why
do
you
hate
me
so
much
?
I
only
wanted
to
be
your
son
,
but
I
was
never
quite
good
enough
.
"
Marcus
put
his
arms
around
his
son
,
and
Commodus
cried
.
"
Why
does
Maximus
deserve
this
instead
of
me
?
Why
do
you
love
him
more
than
me
?
"
His
voice
grew
louder
as
he
held
his
father
’
s
head
tighter
and
tighter
.
Marcus
could
not
breathe
.
He
began
to
move
,
trying
to
get
away
,
but
Commodus
held
his
father
’
s
face
close
against
his
chest
.
His
strength
was
too
great
;
Marcus
could
not
escape
.
Commodus
did
not
relax
until
he
felt
his
father
’
s
body
drop
in
his
arms
.
He
placed
him
on
the
bed
,
dead
.
"
You
didn
’
t
love
me
enough
,
"
he
said
softly
.
