The narrow streets were festooned with decorations and the spear tips of the legionaries brushed against the low hanging garlands, their ranks compressed by the cheering masses that lined the route to the Forum Magnum. Caius Lutatius Catulus, the junior consul, rode in the...
The patrol galley was returning early, an hour after dawn instead of noon, and she was making at least seven knots, battle speed. ‘All hands, prepare to get underway!’ Hamilcar shouted, his order repeated to the galleys surrounding the Alissar in the middle harbour of Tynd...
