“Thank you, Fortuna,” he whispered as he exited the fortress and walked briskly to the stables.
After some hurried negotiation with the Gaul who was renting out the horses, Alerio managed to secure a white gelding for an extortionate amount. He saddled up, strapped on his saddle bags and bow, and led the horse the long way around the camps to avoid being seen by any Praetorians, especially Claudius.
He knew he had to get away before Argentocoxus’ convoy left with the silver and a whole lot of attention. When he finally cleared the legionary camps, and joined the road heading south, Alerio kicked his mount into a gallop, eager to get as far as he could before nightfall.
They would be looking for him by now.
Gods, make me not too late, he prayed as he sped away.
It was the third day of
