Their searching of the maps outlining the coastline to the north of Ostia revealed nothing. There were no hidden coves, no narrow channels with water deep enough for a ship to work their way into the salt marshes. There was nothing to indicate a ship whose cargo hold was filled with trained gladiators had ever anchored in the harbor.
Nothing.
As the first rays of a new dawn began to illuminate the windows of the city"s main administrative building, Decimus found himself looking into the exhausted faces of three loyal followers. In their eyes, he saw exhaustion and frustration. Frustration not for doubting his convictions. But frustration in not finding what their leader believed was there. Even the young Quintus Flavius seemed irritated at not finding what he personally believed had to b
