The new roads radiating out from Constantinople cut through the empire like veins of iron, binding together territories both ancient and new. Their stones gleamed in the morning sun, still damp from the night's rain, and every mile built was a mark of will upon the living world. Beyond the walls, work crews toiled-Romans, Greeks, Thracians, traders from the desert, freedmen and slaves alike-hauling stone and iron, sweating beneath banners marked with the double eagle of the empire. Overseers walked among them, counting every block, timing every cart. The empire did not wait for those who lagged behind.