CHAPTER THIRTEEN
All through the day and late into the night two centuries of soldiers searched the city looking for gladiators and the elusive sea captain. Inns, w***e houses, empty buildings, warehouse … ships. Every ship moored or anchored either in the river or in the artificial harbor was thoroughly searched.
They found nothing. No hidden hive of gladiators. No Caius Septimus.
The longer the search continued without results, the black mood settling onto the tribune's shoulders grew darker with each passing hour. In the end, in the early hours of a new morn, Decimus gave the order to the two centurions in command of the legionnaires to return to their barracks. Everyone was exhausted and in a foul mood. In grim silence, with Quintus Flavius, Gnaeus, and Hassad, Decimus watched the m
