CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
The ride back to the Tiber was swift yet cautious. Even at this hour of the night the roads leading to Rome were filled with wheeled traffic and groups of artisans and laborers on foot. It was a simple matter of slipping out of a clump of trees and inserting themselves into the traffic flow. Hardly anyone noticed nor cared when two men in uniform slipped into the stream. Up and down the column were individual soldiers from a dozen different legions making their way back to the city. Walking, gripping the reins of their horses following behind them, tribune and centurion walked in silence for some distance before the tall centurion made a sour face in the darkness and cleared his throat softly.
"Something on your mind, Quintus Flavius?" the tribune asked casually, lif
