"Not ghosts, Princeps," said Torens as he approached, blood on his face. "Dead men and cowards. When we find them, we're going to put them back in the bloody ground, by Mithras!"
"Centurion," Lucius stood. "Are you wounded?"
"No, sir. Just a cramp in my shoulder. Lorica needs fixing is all."
Lucius smiled at him. "You and your men fought well. I'm glad you're with us."
"Sir!" Torens saluted, and went back to helping get the camp set up.
"I think he likes you," Dagon laughed.
"We need all the good men we can get," Lucius answered. "Speaking of good men. How are ours?"
"They've calmed down, now that enemy's blood, has been spilled." Dagon was thoughtful for a moment. "This terrain, Anguis," he addressed Lucius in the familiar now that they were alone. "It's not suited to cavalry charg
