“No; not that. I’m needed with the Tenth, and they deserve a commander who knows them. But the general is starting to wear on my nerves. The more I look at Pompey and Crassus, the more I think that they’re the future that Rome deserves and that Caesar is a new Sulla in the making, ready to march ...
A veritable sea of Gauls and Belgae spread out across the wide valley to every side of the winter quarters, their armour and weapons glinting in the early morning sunlight as they prepared themselves for the next stage of the assault just out of ballista range. Six days now. Every morning the sam...