“Silvanus, the camp prefect, took a step forward. I heard his voice every morning after parade, but had never listened to the tones of it as I did now. He was not afraid, that much was clear; he was angry.… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“I despised myself for my weakness. I may have dreamed all my youth of life as a horse-trader like my father; I may have railed against my conscription and loathed the legions on principle, but even so, every morning in… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“Governor Paetus...’ Lupus closed his eyes that we might not read the rage in them. ‘Governor Paetus has informed us that he will return… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“It would have been easy to ask, then, ‘What of this Eagle?’, to have wheedled out of them all they knew: where it was… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“The dying go so swiftly at the end. Always the speed of their leaving catches me unawares; so much left to say, to promise,… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“Tell me we’re not going to be stoking up the cook fires to build palisades through the night by their light.’ I stood, turning… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“He bared thick teeth. ‘I am Zacchariah. My price will be right. You show me now?’ In that moment, ten generations of horse-traders counted… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“The mare on which the traitor had been seated at the time of his death was, obviously, no longer considered the best horse in… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“Three old men with moon-silver hair and slow, ponderous movement took him in their arms and laid him on a marble slab and set… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“So we left the spear in the wagon and I dressed and still was not sick and together we walked to the head of… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“We broke camp together and set off in our opposite directions: we of the XIIth and our allies marched east, towards the rising sun,… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“He is wounded, but he is still the Leopard, still dangerous. His eyes look through you, until they don’t. That’s when he’ll kill you.” — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“What of honour? What of courage? What of all the things that bind the legions together?’ He gave a shrug and a nod together,… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“The camp offices stood in the centre, adjoining the shrine to Jupiter that held the legion’s Eagle. In the camps of the Vth Macedonica… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“Silvanus, the camp prefect, took a step forward. I heard his voice every morning after parade, but had never listened to the tones of… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“In the centre of our line, eighty paces to my left, I felt Cadus raise his hand; I did not need to look. ‘Sound,’… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
“I nursed that flame as if it were my only son, and all round the ram nineteen other men did likewise.” — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
