Esca tossed the slender papyrus roll onto the cot, and set his own hands over Marcus's. "I have not served the Centurion because I was his slave," he…

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...extraordinarily beautiful, and slightly out of focus.

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Better to be a laughing-stock than lose the fort for fear of being one.

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And it came to Marcus suddenly that slaves very seldom whistled. They might sing, if they felt like it or if the rhythm helped their work, but whistl…

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But tonight, because Rome had fallen and Felix was dead, because of Valerius’s shame, the empty hut seemed horribly lonely, and there was a small ach…

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The young Centurion, who had been completely still throughout, said very softly, as though to himself, "Greater love hath no man--" and Justin though…

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Why should a deserter take the trouble to light Rutupiae Beacon?” Aquila demanded, and his voice sounded rough in is own ears. “Maybe in farewell, ma…

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It may be that the night will close over us in the end, but I believe that morning will come again. Morning always grows out of the darkness, though …

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I have a special "ah, here I am again, I know exactly what they are going to have for breakfast" feeling when I get back into Roman Britain, which is…

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