Soon, they were rolling down the trail toward the Romans, with Rocrainium’s troop of twenty cavalry close behind.
“What’s the plan, Sarge?” Lojab asked.
“With Liada and Tin Tin’s help, I want to talk to the Romans. Maybe we can learn the location of the main body of their army, and their strength.”
“They’re not going to tell us anything,” Lojab said. “Who do you think they are, a bunch of faggots?”
“They’re a scouting party,” Sarge said. “They’ll want to get information from us. So, I think that’ll pull them into a conversation.”
“In Latin?”
“Probably Greek.”
Two hours later, they were still riding down the empty trail.
“I didn’t think they were this far away,” Lojab said.
“Neither did—”
Before Sergeant Alexander could finish his words, the Romans poured from the woods on each si
