“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 and the VIth Ferrata, these buildings were of grey stone, dressed by Gaulish masons to such… — 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
