“Constantine!” she ran into his arms. He takes her face with both his hands and kisses her deeply. He dries the tears off her cheekbones.
“I am so sorry, I have to marry the daughter of Maximianus, Fusta Maxima Fausta. You must go to Gaul. I can visit you there in secret and our son will be taken there in a couple of days. I am so sorry,” he says, now crying himself.
“Oh Constantine, I love you,” Minerva cries with him.
“All will work out. When you get to Gaul you cannot say that you are Crispus' mother, and you cannot teach him to call you mother. Maximianus will have you killed if he knows you are still alive.”