Maximius was briefing the optios in charge of the day’s patrols. Each officer commanded twenty men and had a native assigned to them to act as a guide. Every one of them was a prisoner, iron collars chained to the belt of legionary guards. Since their children were being held hostage it was unlikely that they would offer any resistance, or attempt to escape or betray their Roman masters. But Maximius was taking no chances. He had few enough men as it was. Centurion Tullius tapped his vine cane against the side of his greave, making a dull clattering noise. Macro glanced down irritably. ‘Do you mind?’ ‘What? Oh, sorry!’ Tullius lifted the cane, tucked it under his arm and glanced back towards the cohort commander. ‘I thought we were here to find Cato and the others. Had no idea we were going to try and stir up a bloody revolt as well. Couldn’t have done a better job if he had tried . . .the bastard.’ ‘Perhaps that’s just what he’s been ordered to do,’ Macro wondered aloud.
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