It was actually not as informal as Caligula had let on that it was to be. The table was lavishly set. There was all manner of food and drink.
Many of the guests had known him from when he was there previously, and the ones who didn't were pleased to meet him, or so they said. At first, he simply made small talk--talking about how good it was to be back, the weather here and there, and the like. But as the evening wore on he thought it his duty to his friend to speak on his behalf. So he brought up the subject of Caligula's claim to the throne and the fact that he would make a fine ruler. The wine flowed freely and as they drank and became more intoxicated they spoke more freely. Thus it was that Agrippa rose and proposed the following toast: "To our next emperor, Gius Caligula. May Tiberius hurry up and die so his reign can begin and may it last forever." Everyone laughed and no one thought any more about the strange toast until the next day.
He was suffering from a massive hangover when two palace guards came bursting through the door and quickly stood before him. "Herod Agrippa,” one of them said, "you are under arrest for high treason against the rule of Tiberius Caesar."
"What?!" He couldn't believe his ears. "Is this some sort of a joke? Don't you know who I am?"
"We know alright." replied the other guard.
Then the first one added: "Did you, or did you not wish the emperor dead at that little party the other night?"
"Oh, that?! It was merely a joke."
"Well, we'll see how funny the emperor thinks it is. Come along."
He stood once more before the emperor Tiberius. The latter straightened himself on his throne and coughed. "So you would that I were dead, eh?"
"Oh, believe me, sire, I didn't mean it. It was said in jest and in a half-drunken state."
“I fail to see the humor in it. No, drunk or sober, I think you knew what you were saying. I’ve had reports of your closeness with Gius Caligula both before you left and now after you've returned. And they say that even before that toast, you were praising his fitness to rule. No, I think you had a reason for what you said and I call it treason. And I had such high hopes for you as my grandson’s oral teacher." He turned to one of the guards who stood loyally by his side. "Guard, throw this man in the dungeon. Maybe then he'll learn some respect."
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