There’s forty of us in all, veterans to a man. We’re three weeks out of Constantinopolis now, our caravan winding north-east through Ostrogoth country. “A task of great significance!” he proclaims grandly, before sauntering off with a guffaw. Tells me I’ll be out at dawn out as he’s got an important detail for me.

The Tribunus didn’t see the funny side of course, and I don’t think breathing wine-fumes over him while explaining I wasn’t on duty for another hour helped.Ĭouple of days into my sentence, and I’m just settling down for the nightly round of insults from the next cell when the Tribunus comes rattling my bars and grinning like a Satyr. I remember saying, you look like you’ve just had a word with The Hun himself, hah! What a mess. Well, he asked for it didn’t he, carrying on about my mother like that! It wouldn’t have seemed so bad if his nose hadn’t gone and split, the soft sack of dung. Taking a swing at Clavius bought me two weeks behind bars. Error creating thumbnail: File seems to be missing: /var/In an effort to placate him and keep his focus on other targets, Eastern Rome paid him a great many tributes in gold, the delivery of which was not a task for the faint of heart…

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