Hannibal had his map spread out on the lion skin in front of his tent. Rocrainium sat cross-legged beside him. Liada, Sarge, and Autumn sat on the other side. A young officer joined them and sat beside Rocrainium.
Hannibal pointed to the officer and spoke to Liada.
“This man is Hanno, son of Bomilcar,” Liada said. She motioned to the two soldiers of the Seventh. “Sarge and Autumn.”
“Hanno,” Sarge said and touched his forehead.
“Hello, Hanno,” Autumn said.
Hanno greeted them, and his eyes lingered on Autumn until Hannibal spoke, then Hanno looked at the map.
“We are here,” Liada translated as Hannibal talked and pointed to the map. “The Volcae there.” Hannibal touched his finger to the far bank of the river.
Sarge leaned close to the map and pointed to the other side. “How many Volca
