Arrows Of Fury: Empire Volume Two - Plot & Excerpts
Finding the senior officers watching the 9th Century’s stealthy but hasty retreat with professional concern, he held out the dead barbarian’s head to his first spear, too breathless to speak. To his surprise, Scaurus was the first to speak. ‘Gods below, he’s a Venico!’ Furius wrinkled his brow. ‘He’s another dead barbarian, that’s what he is. Why so …’ Frontinius, having stared for a long, silent moment at the dead man’s head, at the face decorated with swirling blue tattoos, spoke over him as if not even aware that a superior officer was speaking. ‘How far is it back to last night’s campsite would you say, Centurion Rufius?’ ‘Ten miles, give or take, First Spear.’ He nodded, and then turned to Scaurus. ‘You’re right, of course, that is indeed a barbarian of quite another tribe to those we thought we were facing. If Calgus has managed to achieve what this looks like, then we’re on very dangerous ground indeed.’ ‘And you recommend …?’ ‘That we get both cohorts turned around and running for their lives.
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