Sejanus: What a remarkable fortune teller that old Druid was! He said I would be reborn as a master spy, dedicated to the overthrow of a great and powerful enemy.
Caligula: Really? I got that prophecy, too. How odd.
Sejanus: Well, in an another future existence, the Druid said I would be captain of a ship that sailed between the stars! I would visit strange worlds! And my crew would include unearthly beings that walked and talked like men!
Caligula: Lucky you… I’m due for another birth myself: I’ll come into this world hideous and deformed. Trapped inside a twisted body. But I’ll be acclaimed and feted by the nobles of a majestic city!
Sejanus: Twisted, but feted by nobles? Is that a coming life? Or this one?
Tiberius: That damn Druid said I would come back as a member of an Urban Cohort. Me, the Emperor of Rome, reduced to humble policeman’s rank! I was going to have the old fraud flogged. I warned him to do better with his second prediction, and he said I would be the master of a small seaside kingdom. Rebels and misfits would be my subjects and I would spend my days breaking them until they submitted to my authority!
Caligula and Sejanus: Ooh! That sounds like fun!