I will just have to live in the shadows for now, he thought, like Death.
It was still dark when Dagon appeared at Lucius’ door the following morning, but Lucius had been ready for a while, unable to sleep the whole of that long night. Adara and Calliope had already helped him with his ointments and fresh bandages applied to his body for the journey, taking extra care to cover his wounds and protect them from dust and dirt.
Lucius was dressed in black bracae and a black tunic belted with a cingulum from which hung the single pugio.
When Dagon entered, Lucius could see that he did not wear his armour but that his great sword hung at his side beneath his cloak.
“I don’t know if I’ll need it,” Dagon said as Lucius looked at the sword, “but I’ll be ready.” He looked at Adara. “It will be fi
