Yarrow nodded. He was referring to Bellica Minerva of the First Age and her many books on military strategy and tactics. The books were considered essential to a military education, and required reading for all bellicas, majors, and majoras to be. They'd studied them together. There was no doubt in Yarrow's mind that Minerva had been a brilliant bellica in her time, but Yarrow had never agreed with the woman's insistence that the ends would always justify the means.
Sometimes there was no choice, however.
Caelum had finally grasped that. Good. It didn't change what he'd done, but it gave hope for him to change. Hope for the future.
He sighed again. "I suppose I could tell you the reason I did what I did, but in the end -- it was wrong, no matter how well-intentioned I was. The Road to T
