By Álvaro Enrigue
Translated by Brendan Riley
Augustus, Caesar Augustus, knows that Jupiter is not watching him when he pauses at the foot of the steps leading to the Senate chamber to count each one; there are seven, one for each hill. A wind, still cold and damp after blowing through the Forum, lashes his calves. The gardens have already thickened with flowers although the heavy heat of late spring is many weeks away.