CLAudius trippEd over the hem of his toga and took a tumble. Not only was his pride hurt, but somehow he'd finished up with a vicious looking thorn in his ankle. He commanded his slave, Gaius, to carry him to his physician who lived a dozen stadia away. "I'm in agony here, so no false moves otherwise I'll have you flogged", threatened Claudius. The most direct route included a shady glade where Gaius had to be careful so that his master didn't knock into any of the vegetation. Eventually they got there and the physician examined Claudius. "I'm afraid this is going to hurt a lot more whilst I get this thorn out, but it's for the best", he declared. He gave Claudius something to bite on and then got out a sharp blade and started digging into the foot. Meanwhile, Gaius had procured the use of a chariot owned by one of Claudius's friends and so the limping, bandaged Claudius had a more comfortable journey home than the one getting to the physician.
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