“Who am I?”
“Mithras! Mithras! Mithras!”
The horse was spooked beyond imagining. It had tangled itself in the branches of thick forest at the edge of the bogs where it had run to escape the lykoi.
Calgacus had found the animal, cut it free, and pulled it back onto the field.
Tightly wrapped in tent leather, Gaius finished securing the lykos’ torso to the back of the animal while the others gathered all of the scuta and weapons that were still functional.
“Take this.” Gaius handed Antonius a thick bag of silver. “And this.” From out of his satchel, he produced the Emperor’s pass that would get Antonius and Sabinus everywhere, and anything.
“But you’ll need these,” Antonius protested.
“No. I won’t.”
“You need to return to the fortlet to resupply.”
“No time, my friend. I’m going afte
