“Torn?” Gaius could hear the laughter again and shook his head.
“Are you well, Centurion?” Livia asked from her couch, looking from Gaius to her son, Tiberius.
“Yes…yes…please forgive me.”
Augustus studied Gaius a moment longer, a curious look in his eyes. Then he returned to the map.
“Sire,” Tiberius stepped up with Maximus. Germanicus and Claudius came around by the emperor. “It must be that the enemy had infiltrated the auxiliary cavalry at Troesmis. If Arminius’ men turned on Rome, it may be that other groups are a part of it. Those riders probably never intended on delivering those messages.”
“Sire. My men were trusted beyond a doubt. Besides, why would they be killed if they had sided with the enemy?”
“These tribes have strange ways, Legate,” Tiberius said. “Perhaps those men h
