how Lucius had dared to behave he went at once to the door of the Senate house, and bade the prince come down from the throne, and lay aside the royal robes.
But Lucius paid no heed to the king's command. Then, as the king repeated his words, Lucius seized the old man and flung him down the stone steps of the Senate house.
Servius, bruised and dazed by his fall, yet struggled to his feet, and slowly turned away toward the palace.
Lucius dared not let the king live now that he had defied him. So, sending his servants after Servius, he bade them kill the old man.
It was easy to overtake him, and the fellows soon slew their king, leaving his body lying in the middle of the street.
When Tullia heard what her husband had done, she had no grief to spare for her father's cruel death. She ordered her chariot, and drove quickly to the Forum to greet her husband as king.
But Lucius did not wish the people to see the triumph of his wife, and he sternly bade her go home.
Tullia obeyed, heedless of his anger. She had room in her heart for only one thought. Lucius was king, and she, she was queen.
So full was her mind of the new honours that would now be hers, that her chariot had reached the street where the dead body of her father lay before she was aware. The driver drew up his horses sharply, seeing his murdered king lying across his path.
But Tullia angrily bade him drive on, and as he obeyed, her robe was stained with her father's blood. The street was ever after called the Via Scelerata, or the Way of Crime.
Lucius showed no shame for the murder of the king, and haughtily refused to allow his body to be buried with the usual rites.
And because of his pride the new king was named Tarquinius Superbus or Tarquin the Proud.
