The sight of his son gave Lucius focus and he reached out for him to come to him.
Phoebus stood up quickly and came to his father.
Lucius took the scroll and looked at it. “Arrian?”
“Yes. He’s more entertaining than Caesar, and I like reading about Alexander.”
Lucius smiled. So did I, he thought.
“It’s my second time reading it,” Phoebus said proudly.
“And you’re inspired to go to the ends of the earth?”
Phoebus laughed a little. “Not yet. But someday…yes.” His big eyes looked up at Lucius, and then his long-fingered hands, rough from work, reached up and touched Lucius’ cut face. “You look different every time you come home from war, Baba.”
I am different, Lucius nodded. “It was a tough fight,” Lucius said.
“But you won,” Phoebus said proudly, though there was some want of reassu
