“No, Captain. We may be gone for some time.”
“Well, if you need me, leave a message with the harbour master. He’s an old friend.”
“Will do, Captain,” Gaius turned from the old sea dog and led Daxos to his spot on the wagon. “You all right?”
“Yes, Centurion.”
“You sure you still want to come? I can send you back with Pylos if you want.”
Daxos looked at the black ship bobbing gently on the murky water, the sea glinting out in the distance. Then he turned to look north, to the mountains and forests of Noricum.
“I stay with you.”
Gaius felt happy at that. For some reason, it gave him comfort. “Very well. Keep your head down and stay close to me. All right?”
“Yes.”
Gaius turned and mounted one of his black stallions.
None of the men were used to riding on campaign, but Gaius knew hors
