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Chapter One: The Legion

I awoke that early morning with a sense of dread and fear I did
not understand. As I lay in my furs in my familys hut in the near dark, I
heard my mother climb from her bed and stoke the fire. She fixed a pot
of porridge, and ladled me out a bowl before saying, Conchend, its
time to get up. I climbed out of my furs and dressed before eating my
breakfast. Then my mother combed out my long red hair and then I
hurried off to the Druids grove to meet the druid Bran for my lessons.
Just before my eighth natal day my mother had arranged for me to
study with the Archdruid of our villages grove.
He had said that I didnt have the skills to be a druid but that
with teaching that I would make a decent healer. I had been in training
for four years now and was still fascinated by the human body. I took
my customary seat on one of the large rocks around the fire pit just
before Bran started the lesson for the day. I usually sat riveted by one
of the Archdruids lessons, but today for some reason I could not shake
my sense of dread and fear. As soon as he let us go I flew back up the
path to the village and skidded to a stop at the entrance to the
palisade at the top of the dromus.
Standing at attention in perfect formation stood the Ninth legion.
Many of our menfolk had marched off to join the legions when they
realized they couldnt defeat them. My father had been one of them
leaving my mother, sisters, and I to wait here in the village for him. Just
then I realized that the Legate standing below wore a bronze helm with
a black horse hair plume. Oh dear goddess, this was Tiberius Saturnius
the Dark Lord of Rome himself. Just then I saw my father draw a gladius
from the sheath at his hip and level it towards the legate. Oh father
what you have done, I thought to myself as I could hear the sound of
a sword being drawn.
The legates sword was not the traditional Roman gladius, he was
wielding a great sword and the thing was so dark it seemed as if the
thing had swallowed the night. Just then my mother ran from our hut
and tugged at my fathers arm. Just then the legate lunged and the
sword passed through both of my parents killing them instantly.
Screaming I ran through the gates and skidded to a stop in front of the
legate. Beating my fists against his armor I ranted and screamed out
my grief calling him, A murdering butcher! Just then I was jerked off
of the ground by the neck of my tunic. I stilled as one gauntleted hand
wrapped around my neck while the other ripped my clothing from my
body.

I was then flung into the middle of a squadron of his soldiers as he

walked away he growled, This one at least has spirit, let us see how
long she can keep it. I want her in my tent in three days time with her
mind intact. Those three days were some of the worst of my life, I was
slapped, kicked, and spat on but that was nothing compared to what
would come later.
I was marched over to the legates tent and shoved inside, I stumbled
in the sudden shift of bright light to near darkness. I heard a snort of
derision from ahead of me. Refusing to let him see me as weaker than
he already did I forced myself upright and tried not to sway from
exhaustion and hunger, suddenly the tent was more brightly lit and I
had to turn my head to keep from being blinded.
So what use do you have other than as an entertainment for my
troops however brief that might be, the legate demanded. Taking a
deep breath I replied, I am trained as a healer a physician among the
Keltoi my lord. I saw his head turn slightly as he looked at me before
he responded, I have chiurgeons for that. Do you have any other
skills? Knowing that my next answer could easily cost me my life I
answered, I am also skilled in the treatment of disease and infection
Legate Saturnius.
The legate walked around the campaign table and gave orders to his
guards before he returned to his stool behind the table. I have a
Decurion who was wounded in our last battle and my chiurgeon has
been unable to determine why he is not healing. You will tell me why. I
could hear the menace in his tone battering at my senses.
Just then the two guards returned carrying a stretcher between them.
The pall of sickness coated the back of my throat. I could see that the
Decurion was coated with a film of sweat and as I knelt by the
stretcher I could feel the heat pouring off of him in almost visible
waves. Turning to the legate I said, I will need a mortar and pestle,
clean water, willow bark preferable red, clean cloth and clover if your
men can find it as well as a dagger momentarily, The guards looked at
the legate and shook their heads.
Oh for goddesss sake its not as if you cant overpower one small
girl. I need it to do the best for the Decurion I can. He will die if I dont
have one to use, I nearly shouted in frustration. Just then a man
dressed in Roman Laminata came rushing into the tent. Titus take
some men and bring some red willow bark and clover back for the girl.
Tell Chiurgeon Galerius to bring a mortar and pestle and some clean

water. The legate barked. The man saluted with a fist over his heart
and rushed back outside.
The dagger bounced onto the table slid inches from my fingers and
stopped almost as if it had a life of its own. I picked up the dagger and
had to fight the urge to drop it as it burned as is I had stuck my hand
into an iced over river. I had the sense that the legate was watching
me to see what my reaction would be. I used the dagger to cut the
bandage away. The cloth was filthy and the wound was pus filled and
red streaked, the skin around it was hot to the touch.
I carefully placed the dagger back onto the table and answered, The
wound is infected Legate Saturnius. Whoever wrapped it didnt check
to see if the cloth was clean and now the wound is putrid and your
Decurion is riddled with fever. I believe I can help him but I must begin
as soon as I have the items I need. My hand that had been holding the
dagger burned at the palm and fingers but I refused to look at it or
show any more signs of weakness.
Just then the Chiurgeon came into the tent carrying a mortar and
pestle. When he saw me kneeling next to the Decurion he whined,
Legate Saturnius, surely you are not going to let that barbarian young
woman tend to the Decurion he asked looking horrified. The legate
looked at the chiurgeon and answered, I intend to test the young
woman as you so succinctly labeled her Galerius. Unless you want to
join her parents in their fate I suggest you not question me again, he
snarled menacingly
At that moment the men he had sent for the plants had returned I
quickly gathered several pinches of the willow bark and tossed it into
the mortar. I proceeded to grind it fine and mixed it with the water. I
then tipped some of it into the decurions mouth and before it could
run into the ground rubbed his throat forcing him to swallow. The
willow bark will act to start reducing the fever which is causing him to
lose his moisture and stop producing waste.
Next I will create a poultice to start drawing the infection from the
wound in the leg. I will need an empty bowl for the remainder of the
mixture for the willow please as I do not wish to waste it and then I can
proceed with the poultice, I remembered to ask politely. I did not see
the legate react behind me but I did hear papers rustling and I sensed
him nod his assent. Moments later I was handed a small wooden bowl.
I tipped the liquid into it and set it aside.

I then proceeded to grind the clover and add water until I had a thick
paste. Before I even touched the decurion any further I thoroughly
scrubbed my hands in the water and then applied the paste and
covered it and then rewrapped it with clean cloth. The legate said,
Interesting young woman, you have three days. Should he die, you
will join him in that fate. Galerius show our guest and I use the term
loosely to the infirmary, with seeming disinterest. I wasnt sure
whether it was feigned or not.
I spent the next three days working on the decurion. Grinding willow
bark for tinctures of willow to break the fever which finally broke the
second evening and by the morning of day three he was awake and
clear eyed. The wound was no longer streaked and the pus was
clearing as well. By that afternoon I was barely on my feet. I had not
eaten in several days and I refused to beg chiurgeon Galerius for
anything. He had already made it more than apparent that he did not
want me in his infirmary when he kicked a stool in my direct and
barked, Just work your heathen ways on the Decurion and stay out of
my way, with a hiss and a snarl.
The Legate Saturnius and his Primus Pilus entered the infirmary and I
got to my feet quite shakily just barely managing it. I prayed he didnt
notice as I knew the probably thought me quite worthless as it was. I
saw he was heading our way and I hurriedly straightened the
decurions blanket and pillow. The legate took the stool and quizzed
the decurion about how he was feeling, my care of him and his
appetite. He seemed pleased and was about to take his leave when
curse the fates above I swayed and nearly collapsed to the ground at
his sandaled feet.
He grabbed me by my upper arms and I hurriedly answered, I am
quite recovered Legate Saturnius. It has just been, He cut me off
before I could finish and took my chin in his hand and looked me in the
eye. I met his gaze as long as I could and then looked away as he said,
Six days since youve eaten a morsel of anything. Galerius, see that
she eats and then gets to Titus. You will see that she eats from now on
even if it has to come out of your own rations, with that he let me go
and walked away.
The Chiurgeon gave me a look full of venom, stalked outside with a
bowl in hand, and ungraciously slammed it into my stomach on his
return before walking away from me. I had to force myself to take my
time with the food as I wanted to wolf it down from sheer hunger. I
knew that if I allowed myself to do that though I would be ill and

delayed even longer than eating at a slower pace would cause me to

be. Finally I was finished and presented myself to Galerius.
Galerius was a short balding fussy little man with no tolerance for
anyone who wasnt Patrician Roman. His disdain for me was obvious by
his curled lip and his sniffs and grunts when he happened to glance my
way. He took his sweet time finishing up rolling bandages and led me
out into the settlement. He asked where Titus was and was informed
he was waiting for us down by the bank of the river. Once we found
him Galerius deposited me in Titus care and left.
Titus handed me a rough cake of soap and instructed me to wash as
he pointed towards the river. I tossed him back the cake and answered,
No offense intended but I can find my own thank you, With that I
walk along the bank until I found what I was looking for and with a
good sharp stick I dug up and broke open some roots until I had a mass
of froth which I placed on some large leaves on the bank near the
shallows. Then I proceeded to scrub until I squeaked I also used it on
my hair and then washed it again with clean sand from the river
bottom.
When I was clean I swam for a few moments and then climbed out
onto the bank to dry in the sun. Titus sat behind me and combed the
snarls and mats out of my hair being surprisingly gentle as if he had
done it before. He then braided it before leading me to the legates
tent and shoving me inside. The Legate was pacing behind his
campaign table and said, The village elders propose that I take you
with me when I leave the area. Why are they so eager to see you in my
hands and not just as a thrall on her way to the markets in Rome, he
demanded?
Because they think I can be used against my grandfather in Gaul or
he can be used against you if he knows you hold me. Either way to me
it matters not one way or the other, for I have never even met the
man. My mother was my fathers second wife and was a Gaulish tribal
princess, I answered truthfully. He stopped his pacing and eyed me as
if he was measuring the truth of my words.
He then demanded of me harshly almost glacially, If I decided to
take you with me would you swear an oath of loyalty? I swallowed
hard but nodded and asked, Have you a chalice or cup Legate
Saturnius and may I borrow your dagger again? The Chalice or cup will
need wine or spirits of some type in it for this, as I thought carefully
about what I was about to do as it wasnt to be entered into lightly.

The legate set an ornate chalice and the dagger on the table in front
of me. I picked up the dagger and ran it across the base of my left
thumb noticing that the palm of my hand and the across the middle of
my finger was shiny and white almost like they were slightly
frostbitten. The blade was wickedly sharp and the blood welled to the
surface instantly. Taking up the chalice I squeezed my blood into the
spirits and swirled it together then I swore, By the Gods of my
ancestors and by the Gods of yours from life to life until I no longer
return you shall have my loyalty. I then took a drink from the chalice
and passed it and the dagger to the legate.
I clenched my hand but all the bleeding did was slow it didnt stop. I
watched mesmerized as Legate Saturnius placed a hand above the
chalice and the blood raised up from it and seemed to absorb into his
skin. He turned to me and demanded, You are aware arent you that I
intend to collect on that oath arent you, with a sardonic smirk. I
shivered and carefully replied, I dont doubt it in the slightest Legate
Saturnius. He grabbed my hand and I could feel an energy coursing
through my hand it was so painful I wanted to scream. I refused to do
so and just clenched my teeth and shook where I stood. When he let go
I opened my hand and the bleeding had stopped. The wound from the
dagger and the seeming frostbite were healed but my hand was
covered in frost.
I never wanted to experience that again in my life but unfortunately
now that my life was linked with that of the legates something told me
that was going to be an impossibility. A gauntleted hand landed on my
shoulder and propelled me forward as we headed toward the parade
ground. When we reached it I noticed the men were standing at
attention and the men of Keltoi blood were all in the front. My heart
sank to the soles of my feet. The Romans were not known for their
mercy and the legate was even less merciful than that.
It has come to my attention that the continued uprisings against the
emperor are coming from Lisarium, Camulodunum, or Petuaria. You will
tell me which location and who is leading the agitators so that I may
leave this cursed isle and return to my home and you will do it now,
although he spoke in no more than a normal speaking voice it sounded
like a battle cry and cracked like a whip!
Several of the men in front dropped to their knees while the rest
looked on in horror. There was blood pouring from their mouths and
noses as wells as their ears. The Legate moved to stand in front of
them as they began to speak. One man he grasped by the head and

stared into his eyes for several long minutes before thrusting him away
and letting him slump to the ground.
He then returned to the position he had taken before the legion as his
Primus Pilus dragged my sisters onto the parade ground in chains and
said, Just as these women will be sold as slaves in the market
traitorous men will die on the grounds. By my order as Legate of The
Ninth Legion decimate every third man of Keltoi blood, his order was
given with all seriousness and the decimation begun.
I had to choke back my horror and the urge to flee as we stood there
and watched the bloody work carried out as the soldiers took the
hammers to my kin and blood. As twilight fell and my legs felt as if the
cramps would never end the legate lifted me onto his hip and carried
me towards his tent. Once we were almost there he set me on the
ground with the order, Go get food for the both of us, and hurry up. I
dont feel like waiting all night for it. I quickly scurried off to the cook
tent to retrieve two bowls of the stew. One of the plainer soldiers fare
for myself and one of a better quality I had been given when the cook
found out it was for the legate.
I quickly side stepped into the tent and handed the legate his bowl of
stew and was surprised when he told me, From now on you will help
me clean and don my armor. You will clean and maintain my tent and
you will help Galerius in the infirmary should there be need for an extra
pair of hands since you have the skill. You will sleep here in this tent
as it is safer unless I tell you otherwise. If I send you to the barracks I
expect to find you at the barracks and nowhere else understood, he
asked in a tone that I knew meant I had better answer quickly and
appropriately as it battered at my senses like a hammer blow that
nearly drove me to my knees.
I understand Legate Saturnius. I am to help maintain your tent and
to clean and help you don your armor. To be where you order me to be,
to be there when you come looking for me and to perform as
expected, I answered quickly. Before I could blink the back of his
gauntleted covered hand struck my mouth knocking me to the floor at
his feet. Quicker than a striking snake I could feel the tips of his
gauntlets graze my scalp as he yanked me upright by my hair.
Your mouth may cause you to join your kinsman girl, he warned as
the braziers flared and the shadows deepened in the tent. The air
became oppressive and it became hard to breathe. I whimpered and
waited to see what would happen next as I was totally at his mercy. I
was his and knew it. I would live or die by his hand and his word.

Although knowing that he did seem to appreciate a small bit of spirit

I raised my eyes to his and said, I realize I took too much liberty in my
speech legate. I am no longer a free woman and therefore do not have
the right to express every thought that crosses my mind. I shall take
more care to watch what I say from now on. Thank you for reminding
me of my station, with that I dropped my gaze hopping to defuse his
anger.
He set me on my feet on a stool and turn his back on me and
proceeded to instruct me on removing his armor. The Lorica Laminata
had become the standard armor for the Ninth Legion. I undid the straps
from the hooks and separated the armor. I gasped at its weight and
had to steady myself on the stool. I had not expected the iron and
brass with the combination of the leather to weigh so much. I set the
Lorica Laminata aside and carefully removed the balteus, pyterges,
and braccae.
I had stepped off the stool and had dropped to my knees to remove
the woolen braccae he wore but before I could undress him further he
stopped me saying, You may leave the tunic, subligaria, and caliga. I
tend to not sleep much so once you have eaten and cleaned the armor
you may sleep as I know you have not slept in days and tomorrow will
be long, with that he put the now cold stew in my hands and
proceeded to read his dispatches. Knowing I would get nothing else I
ate the greasy congealed unappetizing mess.
Once I had finished I asked the legate, Would you show me where
the cleaning supplies for your armor are kept Legate Saturnius, as I
moved the stool next to a brazier so that I had more light so that I
could see what I was working on. He pointed me to the campaign chest
at the foot of his bed. I gathered the brushes, rags, and the rest of my
supplies and set to work. I was surprised to see that he actually had
more than one set of armor. As I worked his gauntlets landed in my lap.
Clean those as well as I consider them a vital part of my armor, her
ordered. I noticed the tips and areas where he could bend his knuckles
were bloody and I attacked them with the brush, solvents, and then
prepared them for battle. By the time I was finished I was completely
exhausted and was nearly asleep on the stool. I felt myself lifted and
tucked into the pallet and covered with a woolen blanket. Throughout
the night I dreamed dark dreams of burning trees and the legate
pacing the tent.
He woke me with the dawn and a barked, Get the tent packed and
on the mule train. Titus will tell you where everything goes and I

expect you to have everything back in its place when its set back up in
our wandering fort, as he tossed his armor at me. I barely had time to
catch it as I got to my feet. I dressed him in a fresh set of clothing glad
that I had seen the unclothed male body while helping treat disease
and wounds. I then laced and buckled him into his armor before adding
his paenula and galae.
I knew the day was going to be an extremely long and busy one as
Titus showed be how to break down and stow the legates tent. I barely
managed to get a meal before midday and Titus led me to the legates
chariot. As Titus lifted me in next to the legate the Primus Pilus
protested, Legate Saturnius, you cannot mean to take that barbarian
whore with you at your very side. You will give your officers the
impression that she means something to you, he sputtered angrily as
he spat towards me.
You forget yourself Primus Pilus. The young woman has her uses and
may have untapped potential. I want her where I can keep an eye on
her. Fire the grove. I want nothing of it left standing and nothing of it to
regrow from so salt the earth once the fire is out, he ordered before
clucking to the horses. Behind me I could hear the sound of the brands
being fired and thrown and before long the pall of smoke filled the air
and coated the throat.
The pain in my heart was heavy but I dared not weep as I knew he
would not tolerate it. His reputation was well known here. His arms
encircled my slender frame and my back was pressed against the
overlapping bands of his armor. After a full day in the chariot I would
bear the imprint for several hours at least. At midday I was instructed
to get into the pack Titus had made me prepare and found hard
cheese, olives, and small loaves of bread and hard meats for two.
The legate handed me a pugio that wasnt his and told me, You may
have this to use as long as it is for work such as this or in the infirmary.
Should you even consider using it to harm me or any of my soldiers
you will rue the second the thought even bloomed, he warned me
with a painful squeeze of my shoulder. I swear I will never think about
using it to harm you or any roman soldier Legate Saturnius. I will only
ever use it for work and since I have nothing to carry it with it might be
best if you keep it for the time being, I promised as I handed the leaf
shaped blade back to him.
By dusk we had reached the area where the legate intended to set
camp and the legion began to set the earthworks. He intended to ferret
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he had quizzed me most of the day on who was who in his legion that
was left of my tribe. I quickly unpacked his tent and started getting it
set up as I knew he would want to eat and get settled.
I had just finished moving in the furnishings with the help of two very
reluctant decurions when the Legate, the Primus Pilus, and Titus
entered the tent. I carefully placed his campaign chest at the foot of
the bed and nearly jumped out of my skin when he ordered, Go get
more wood for the braziers its going to freeze tonight. Get dinner for
the two of us while you are out since you havent spent time in the
infirmary the last two days. You can also stop by the pigeon coop and
bring me the days dispatches and dont dawdle. I want it all done in a
timely fashion, he snarled darkly
First I got the wood and stacked it neatly by the braziers that lit and
heated the legates tent that he stayed in when the legion wasnt near
a fort, town, or castra. I then retrieved his daily dispatches and rushed
them back to him. Making the last trip I was carrying his dinner and not
my own when the decurion at the door stuck out his foot sending me
sprawling into the dirt covering me in stew and wine.
The air was suddenly filled with danger as the Legate appeared in the
entrance to the tent. I got to my feet and stared at the ground as he
demanded, Do you think its funny to ruin my meal Decurion Tasius,
with an ominous flash to his dark eyes? The Decurion gulped and
answered, No Legate Saturnius its not funny at all. I...I thought it was
the girls and I was just doing a bit of hazing sir I meant no harm
honestly, he stammered.
Whether you intended harm or not decurion you caused it as you
have delayed her not once but twice as now she has to go back to the
cook tent and retrieve a second meal for me. She was delayed in the
first place by the act of being tripped by you when you plainly heard
me tell her I didnt want her dawdling which can only make me assume
you want her punished for some reason. Then simply put there is the
fact that she is mine, my property, my ward, it doesnt matter which
she belongs to me. He growled as he motioned for me to leave.
I grabbed the dishes and ran for the cook tent. I hurriedly helped
prepare another meal for the Legate and was surprised when the cook
placed my food and some juice beside it. He then handed me a damp
cloth and a large bowl of water so I could quickly wash. I ran back to
the tent and entered to find the decurion standing at attention inside
as well as the others. I placed the tray I was carrying on the campaign

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table and tried to stay out of the way. The Primus Pilus and Titus left
and then there were just the three of us.
The shadows thickened and coalesced, the tent grew colder and I felt
as if I would never rejoin the world of the living when suddenly the
braziers flared. The rug was covered with blood and the remains of the
decurions body rested in the middle of it. Galerius hurried into the tent
saying, You summoned me Legate Saturnius? I am very busy
compiling a new work to send to the senate and I was in the
middle...Oh dear, he gasped as he saw the bloody wreck of the body
and the stained rug.
He removed the remains and left me with the legate in the suddenly
too quiet tent. Scrub the carpet, eat your dinner and then go to bed
Conchend. I am not in the mood to deal with anymore disruptions
because of your presence, the legate stated coldly as he began to
read the dispatches. I grabbed a bucket, scrub brush, and a cake of
soap. I placed my supplies close together and then went to the river
for the water. Making my way back to the tent I wondered if I would
survive the week at this rate. Before I set to work on the carpet I took
my life into my own hands by interrupting the legate to get him out of
his armor but for the time being he let it pass and cooperated.
I soaked the brush in the bucket and proceeded to carefully scrub the
blood and gore from the carpet. Careful to make sure it was thoroughly
clean by making several trips in the dark to empty the bloody water
and to retrieve clean water as need even when it meant having a
grumbling decurion accompany me to the river with a torch. It seemed
to take hours but finally the carpet was done, I wasnt hungry and
being tired I just crawled into my pallet and went to sleep.
I was awaken by the Legate as his armor landed on my ribcage.
Lifting it off of me I stood and walked to the stool that was already in
place waiting for me. As I prepared him for the coming day I intently
listened as he spoke for I knew he would not tell me something more
than once and if he had to repeat himself, it was very likely I would not
like the accompanying reaction. I was instructed to see to his
breakfast and to tell the Primus Pilus that he was wanted for a morning
briefing and then to take myself off to the infirmary to work with
Galerius.
Ah a blessed morning without his oppressive presence hanging over
my head like an ominous cloud thank Brigantia I thought to myself as I
hurried off to find the Primus Pilus. The second largest tent wasnt too
far away but it was empty so I had to drag myself all the way down to

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the makeshift parade ground where the Primus Pilus was working with
the troops. I was lucky that they were on a water break just then but he
scowled as I approached. What do you want you filthy barbarian
scum, he snarled as spat in my face as I stood before him.
Not letting him see my disgust or rage I calmly scraped the spittle
from my face and replied, You are wanted by the Legate Saturnius for
a morning debrief Primus Pilus, before I walked away. I then headed to
the infirmary where I spent the entire day cutting and rolling bandages.
Galerius sent me out to tend to the legate just in time to serve his
evening meal. I was hungry but every time I had been about to remind
Galerius about breakfast or lunch he needed to be elsewhere.
I got into the line for the cook tent with the legates tray containing
his bowl and cup and the cook asked, Was there some reason
someone did not procure food for you today child? Were you being
punished for something by chance or did someone forget that growing
children need food in their bellies, he asked with a wink and a smile?
I looked on in horror and replied in a whisper, Do not let the Legate
Saturnius hear you say that please I beg you. I just finished scrubbing
the blood out of the carpet in his tent from the last soldier who
angered him, I pleaded intently as I made out of line and then outside.
I carried the tray into the tent and stood before the campaign table as
he tasted it to make sure it was satisfactory. Just as he was swallowing
the bite my stomach rumbled loudly in the silence of the tent.
His gaze locked with mine and however much I wanted to I could not
drop my eyes to the floor. His gauntleted fingers gripped my chin the
tips digging over the bone painfully. When did you eat last, he asked
gratingly the words sounding like shards of glass as they beat at my
ears. Midday yesterday Legate Saturnius, I answered softly knowing
he would be displeased by my answer. I gave instructions regarding
meals for you to Galerius did I not, he demanded of me? You did
indeed Legate Saturnius and every time I went to ask Chiurgeon
Galerius about my meals today he seemed to have business that had
him elsewhere, I quickly answered the agitated man praying that his
wrath would not be directed at me or the carpet.
Letting go of my chin he paced back and forth behind his table like a
caged angry animal and I could sense the impending storm in the air
around us. The smell of ozone was readily apparent and soon bolts of
lightning began striking the ground and rain began to pour from the
clouds the drops striking the ground hard almost as if it were hail. Men
who were outside in the storm began to cry out as if from pain or fear.

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Within moments of the start of the storm two men dashed into the
opening of the tent, one was Galerius the other I did not recognize. As
Galerius entered the tent he gasped clutched his chest and collapsed
to the floor of the tent.
I noticed at that moment that the legates left hand was clenched
and his eyes were locked on the left side of Galeriuss chest. He then
turned to the second man and said, Congratulations Maximus, it looks
likes like you have just been field promoted to head Chiurgeon. Do not
make his mistakes and you wont meet his fate. I gave him specific
instructions regarding Conchend here let me reiterate them for you.
You will see to it that she is fed when she works at the infirmary even if
it has to come out of your own rations, if that is the case I will see that
it is replaced, he ordered succinctly and bluntly.
Maximus Aemilius Flavillus, meet Conchend nee Niall of the Brigante
nee Birgit of the Gauls, he said with a tone that suggested he had
swallowed something bitter. Maximus raised an eyebrow but wisely
kept his counsel to himself. I take it this display of temper and my
promotion had to do with the fact that the young lady hasnt eaten
today then, he asked almost casually? The legate nodded and replied,
You would be right on both counts my friend and I am not pleased by
it at all. I warned Galerius not two days past that I wanted him to see
to the girl and he blatantly disobeyed my direct orders to him, the
legate continued to pace and the storm continued to rage.
Tiberius calm down before we have to swim to the infirmary and
back my friend. I will see to removing Galeriuss remains from your
quarters and a meal for the young lady while you calm down. Read the
days dispatches for Saturns sake and by the time you are done she
will be back to peel you out of your armor. Before you scowl at me or
scoff at me in that sanctimonious tone of yours, consider it a request
from an old friend who has known you since you and your brother since
you were a boy, Maximus said holding up a hand before the legate
could interrupt him as he hefted the body onto his shoulder.
Before we were halfway out of the tent the rain was starting to stop
and the sky was staring to clear but the ground was decidedly soupy
and it was treacherous going as we headed to the infirmary. Maximus
led me inside and handed me a large section of sheeting so that I could
dry off and dry my hair. He handed me a stool a hot cup of tea from
over the infirmary fire and the fixings of hard meats, cheese, bread,
and more olives. So have you really known the Legate Saturnius and

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his brother since they were boys? I asked astonished that he had let
someone be close to him for such a long period of time.
Hmmm yes indeed I lived not too far from then when Tiberius father
was posted in North Africa. I actually I think I am one of the few people
who on occasion can actually tell him what to do and he will listen to
them, just as Maximus finished speaking the thunder rumbled
ominously. I looked at Maximus and said, Well Chiurgeon, I dont think
I care to test his patience and he has been in his armor for hours, not
that I am not certain he isnt comfortable in it but it is my job to see
him out of it and I believe that was my summons was it not? Or was
that rumble a warning meant for you to not push your luck perchance,
I asked with a grin as I proceeded him out the doorway as the infirmary
had actual doors.

Chapter Two: Petuaria

Maximus walked me back across the muddy camp and seemed
surprised to see the tent flaps standing wide open and the guards not
at their posts. It would seem that either we are both expected and
bent ears are not wanted or one of us is expected and bent ears are
still not wanted around the Legates tent, I interrupted with a small
shudder. I took the last step towards the last steps towards the legates
tent with Maximus on my heels and winced as I heard the tent flaps
snap shut between us shutting him outside.
Galerius died for his disobedience. Should I kill you for yours in not
eating that cold stew last night, the Legate demanded the force of his
tone driving me to my knees? I fought the urge to whimper from fear
and the pain inside my skull but I made myself speak the truth, Yes
Legate Saturnius, you should in fact kill me for that very act. My life is
forfeit and I will submit to your judgment, I answered knowing the law.
At times you actually manage to make me think you have some
sense in that head of yours girl. When I give you orders I expect them
to be obeyed and there will be a reckoning come the morning have no
doubt of that. Now you may remove and clean my armor. I want a
parade polish on it before we reach Petuaria in three days time, and
tomorrow you will have less hours to work on it, he said as he stepped
away from me and left me holding the Lorica Laminata. I spent the
next two hours or there abouts cleaning and polishing the armor and
had just started to get a shine on it when he ordered me to bed.
I awoke to find the tips of the Legates gauntlets digging into my bare
shoulder as he lifted me from my pallet and on to my feet. He them

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marched me in front of him down the Via Apia and stopped me in front
of the whipping post where the entire legion was assembled in orderly
ranks and rows. I could see that Maximus and a few of my tribesmen
looked horrified or angry but others just looked bored. The Legate
waited until coughing, shuffling, and general noise quieted before he
spoke, Let no person in this camp or any other we set or in my home
in Rome itself think that my Ward Conchend nee Brigit of the Gauls nee
Niall of the Brigante is ever beyond our standard punishment for
insubordination.
Primus Pilus I will administer this one myself as it was my order she
disobeyed. I swallowed hard but went willing and placed my hands
inside the leather loop and winced as it was yanked tight. I was then
drawn upwards until my toes were barely touching the ground. From
behind me I could heard the sound of the whip as the legate shook it
out behind me and I could heard it as it whistled through the air. The
feel of it cutting into my flesh felt as if it burned to the bone.
I refused to cry out as I heard the Primus Pilus call out, One, in
Latin. I knew that I had at the very least nine more of these to endure
before he would end this. Normally a first offense wouldnt warrant a
flogging but then the Legate wasnt a normal guardian or a normal
officer. The second blow landed and I had to force myself not to jerk
away from the whip. I knew they would be harder and bite deeper if I
tried to move away from them.
By the third my nerves were starting to burn. By the fifth I was in
tears by the seventh I was felt like I could barely breathe. By the ninth I
was hoping it would end soon and I could heard the whistling sound of
the whip as it sprang toward my back like a hunted stag and as much
as I tried not to I tensed as I heard the Primus Pilus call, Ten, I cried
out and felt myself lowered to the ground. I tried to force myself to
stand, but as my hands were freed I started to go to the ground.
I felt someone catch me and then the tips of the Legates gauntleted
fingertips scooped the tears from my cheek as he tasted them. He
said, Your tears are so sweet Conchend, perhaps one day you will cry
like this for me again, his voice vibrated against my cheek and ribs. I
thought to myself not if I can help it and he chuckled above me before
he answered, We both know you will forget some order I will give you
or you will fall asleep on post and it will go from ten to twenty lashes
you are only twelve after all, his lips turned sardonically and I could
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I was surprised when he carried me into his tent and gently placed
me face down on my pallet. I felt his metal encased fingers probe my
shoulders, the light dimmed and then that scalding ice began to creep
down my spine. I had to fight the urge to scream again or to beg him to
not do this. I am not going to heal all of this as I want the reminder of
the punishment to linger in your memory as well as others I will heal
you enough so that you can work however, we have wounded men
coming in from another post who were overrun so report to Maximus,
he ordered as he sat me up gave me a few moments and then pushed
me out the door.
One more caution I am your guardian and I am all too aware that a
soldier you arent, but you still owe me the respect due the
Paterfamilias, your behavior reflects on the Saturnii and I do not take
insults to my honor kindly, he warned with a punishing glare. I nodded
my understanding and carefully made my way to the infirmary. Once
inside I hurried to find Maximus who seemed surprised to see me up
and about. I thought you would be on your stomach sobbing into a
pallet yet, Maximus quipped.
I scowled at him and turned so he could see my back. He gently ran a
finger over the partially healed wounds. Hmm...Tiberius healed these I
recognize his touch. What I want to know is why, he usually is not kind
without a reason of some kind, as he looked at me waiting for an
answer? According to the Legate Saturnius we have wounded coming
in shortly and he wanted me to be able to work, I answered honestly
as I readied the herbal poultices and tinctures I would need.
I then proceeded to make sure that Maximus would have everything
he would need at hand as the wounded came on so we could treat
them as he was now one chiurgeon short. Within moments we were up
to our eyebrows in wounded with cuts, burns, sword slashes, and men
who had walked the skin nearly off their feet as they had to fall back to
the nearest friendly fort. Apparently the garrison at Petuaria had
managed to send out most of their troops and was holding on with a
small force and command staff at the garrison.
My appearance in the infirmary drew some distrustful looks and
comment but they generally stopped for the most part when Maximus
made it clear that I was the Legates to deal with and to discipline
unless he gave instructions to the contrary. One case required both of
us to work together. I had my hands inside the soldiers chest cavity
holding the muscles together while Maximus did the stitching. By the

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time we were done it was early afternoon and my back and legs were
both cramped and burning.
Maximus sat me on a stool and handed me a damp towel so I could
wipe the blood off my chest, arms, and the rest of my body. He then
handed me my lunch and a cup of fresh spring water as the infirmary
was sweltering as it was full of those that had to remain in the
infirmary for at least several days. I had just finished my lunch when I
looked up to find the Legate standing in the doorway.
Bring the stool Conchend, I want you to sit outside in the sun and
continue polishing my armor, he ordered brusquely. Yes Legate
Saturnius, I replied as I grabbed the stool and placed it near the
opening for the window where I found the rags, brushes, pastes and
polish already waiting for me. When you are done with it put it on the
stand and put the items back in the chest, you will then find me on the
parade ground inspecting the troops that are still on their feet, the
legate told me leaving no doubt as to where he expected me to come
find him.
I worked on the Lorica Laminata until I could hardly move my hands
and arms. By then it was midafternoon and I was so sore I just wanted
to find my stomach for an hour or so. As I made my way to the legates
tent to put his armor and its supplies away I could hear the Primus
Pilus say, If it had been up to me I would have flayed the very flesh
from her bones. I think Tiberius has grown soft of late or maybe he is
bedding the girl after all.
I heard a cough and a sputter and the words, By Saturns beard,
Publius do you have a death wish? Let Tiberius hear you accuse him of
something like that and he may well gut you himself. You know that the
youngest female he has ever taken to his bed was Lavillia and she was
sixteen. He told you what he wants you to know Publius meddle where
you arent welcome and you may get yourself crucified my friend, I
could tell that the two men talking were indeed the aide de camp and
the Primus Pilus.
I put the armor and its accoutrements away and began to make my
way down to the parade ground. I swiftly made my to the legate
stopping only as I saw him had towards the water bucket. I quickly
prepared the dipper and held it as he came for it. Done with the armor
I see, he quipped as he wiped away a smear of the oil from my cheek
with his gauntleted fingers. I forced myself to remain still and not pull
away as the very chill of death crept over my skin. Yes Legate
Saturnius the parade shine you ordered is complete, I responded.

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I didnt doubt it after this morning. You will tell the Primus Pilus that
in the morning we are making our way to Petuaria to relieve them and
then you will return to assist Maximus until he releases you or I come
looking for you. I highly doubt you would be accosted any of the Ninth
without my approval but with strangers in the camp I do not want you
wandering about unattended, he ordered as his icy blue gaze pinned
me neatly in place. Yes Mlord Saturnius, I will not wander the camp
unaccompanied, I swore with a salute.
I waited as he barked, Decurion, see my ward back to the infirmary
and then back here on the double! The Decurion and I waited until we
were dismissed and then raced down the Via Apia to the infirmary. He
left me at the door and I made my way inside to tell Maximus I had to
deliver a message to the Primus Pilus but was not allowed to do it
unaccompanied for the time being. He sent me on my way with the
lowliest helper he could spare and bade us to hurry back.
I found the Primus Pilus by the cook tent and got the greeting, Well if
it isnt the Legates Barbarian whore. Come to deliver another message
I assume since I know you speak the mother tongue, as he spat in my
face. I calmly wiped my face and said, The Legate says in the morning
the Ninth is making its way to relieve Petuaria. I then turned and
walked back to the infirmary. I spent the rest of the afternoon rolling
bandages and tending to the wounded.
Maximus escorted me down to the cook tent to get food for myself
when the legate didnt appear at sunset. I was just turning to place the
tray to the side when I had finished my meal when someone shoved
me off of the stool. I felt someone grab me from behind as a soldier
approached me from the front. Quick before the sawbones comes
back Galus, the man behind me hissed. You worry like an old woman
Vibius, the legate will be hours at the store house and this little mouse
wouldnt have the guts to tattle on a Roman citizen would you
sweeting, he asked as he reached for his clothes?
Just then the doors slammed back against their frames silhouetted in
them from the light of the lamps inside and the fire outside was a very
livid Legate Saturnius with a naked blade in his fist. At his back were
three Centurions from the Deaths Death. The carpenters have been
falling trees and hacking logs for palisade all day. They would be quite
angry with me if I had to order crosses built. She is property, my
property if you want spoils or camp followers you will find them outside
not in my infirmary, with a dangerous growl that ground inside my
skull. With each my thunder boomed and rattled the glass.

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As for whether or not she would tattle on a Roman citizen as you so

succinctly put it Galus was it, the legate asked coldly? Conchend, tell
the Decurion and his friend what happened this morning. I was
whipped at the post for disobeying an order given to me by my
Paterfamilias, I replied matter of factly. Both men blanched as the
legate ordered, Come here Conchend, and pointed in front of him. I
pulled away from Vibius walked over and stood in front of the Legate.
With one hand he spun me so that both men could see the now
bleeding wheals across my back. I hadnt even felt them reopen.
Behind me I heard Maximus curse. Inside my head I heard, keep your
face still girl or this morning will seem like a pleasant picnic, as his
fingers tightened around my arm. He handed me the hilt of the blade
and I had to grit my teeth at the burn as I closed my fingers around it. I
felt the tips of his gauntlets graze my wounds from my shoulders to my
lower back.
You will hold Soul Cleaver, while I see to this. Maximus bring me a
stool and the salve Conchend prefers. You two are lucky you are not
mine and can await your disciplinary action under guard until we reach
Petuaria, Legate Saturnius spat out venomously. When Maximus
brought the salve he treated my back and under the cover of his
supposed ministrations healed me again. Then turning to the
Centurions from the Deaths Head he called one of them forward
saying, Aulus Primus Sidonius, you and your men will see Conchend to
my tent and remain there until I am done with the count at the store
house.
I want no more mishaps or mistakes before we leave for Petuaria at
first light, he looked down at me and pushed me toward the door.
Once w were out of sight Aulus motioned for one of the other men to
pick me up and they hustled me off to the Legates tent and deposited
me inside. Having nothing else to do I straightened the tent and
crawled into my pallet to sleep for a while knowing that morning would
come early. I awoke when the braziers flared and the Legate entered
the tent.
I crawled from my pallet and poured his wine and removed his cloak
and made him comfortable. Once I had been given permission I
returned to my sleep. I was awakened by his armor landing against my
ribcage as it did most mornings. I had set aside some water for
washing to heat so that it would not be frigid and prepared him for his
morning before retrieving his breakfast. I then got him into his armor
before I started packing up the tent. Check with Maximus and see if

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he needs anything and then meet me at the chariot, the legate

barked.
Maximus helper was waiting for me outside the tent. I spent part of
the chilly morning helping moving the wounded who couldnt walk to
supply wagons and crating supplies and then had to run to meet the
Legate. Titus met me by the chariot with a bag and a smile. I almost
thought you had bolted for the forest, I was about to come looking for
you, he said. I was helping at the infirmary and loading their
supplies. We just got finished with the packing of the wagons, I said as
he lifted me into the chariot.
The Legate joined us momentarily and climbed into the chariot. His
armor was in pristine condition or as near as I could get it. He placed
me in front of him and as we started out he ordered, I want you to
focus not only on our surrounding but the intentions of those about us
as we get closer to Petuaria. You have gifts that need honing and
shaping. Tempering, testing, forging, this should have begun years ago.
Not waited until I came along no matter that was their failure and now
you are mine to shape, with that he turned forward.
Breathe in and out find the rhythm of your heart, your breath my
heart, and once you have it maintain it and then reach out with all of
your senses, he instructed. It took me some time and I could sense his
impatience. Just when he had about reached the breaking point
everything fell into place. Hmm, sloppily done but since it was your
first time I will make allowances. Not so the next time, now maintain it
tell me what you are sensing, he demanded. I told him of the animals
I sensed as we progressed and he confirmed or corrected me.
Just past lunch we entered the road to Petuaria. Mlord, there is a
man in the trees who is planning to bolt for town, I told him mentally
as we continued talking normally. Continue doing as you were
instructed he whispered in my ear as he headed for the crossroads. I
could sense hatred, fear, some kind of plot, in place and I could taste
death upon my tongue although that was not new of late it was much
stronger. There is a plot in the wind Legate Saturnius and death is on
the air today more than normal, I answered with a small shiver.
When we entered the town the headman approached the chariot
from the side. Greetings Legate Saturnius, we hope your journey was
a pleasant one he said with an insincere smile. It was quite pleasant
he said as he tightened his arm around my waist just under my
breasts. I caught the glint of something in the headmans hand as he
twisted his wrist and lunged. As I was standing near the spear cup I

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pulled a pilum and without clearly thinking cast it and reached back to
shove the Legates shoulder.
This put me in the position of the thrown blade and I heard the
headman scream, Oh Goddess No! Not the girl why did she try and
save him? The force of the knife hitting me had knocked me to my
back on top of the Legate. I was more concerned with the fact that he
might see this as an attack on a Roman officer by someone who had
sworn a blood oath to him. Then my vision started to blur and my heart
started to feel strange. Conchend, I am not freeing you from your oath
girl you will live until Maximus gets here or I will fetch you and you will
be sorry, he snarled as he slid out from beneath me.
I came to in the headmans house on a bed to find the Legate in a
chair reading dispatches. He stood went to the door and admitted
Maximus. Maximus poured me some fruit juice and ordered, Drink that
and plenty of water. You are going to be weak for a couple of days from
the poison but between the two of us I believe we got it all. Saturns
beard girl what were you thinking? Tiberius was wearing armor and you
werent Maximus demanded
Thats enough old friend, she reacted without thinking. She was
closest to the pilums and I was expecting a trap. I just wasnt expecting
her to try and save me from it. It is also my fault for putting her in
harms way since I used her to encourage his rage. They had no way of
knowing she holds no interest for me that way, but I let him think she
did, he sat back down and glared at the cup in my hand.
I sipped at the juice and discovered I was quite thirsty after all.
Maximus smiled. Effects of the poison and loss of blood, I asked as I
handed over the now empty cup? Yes, your skin is paler than freshly
fallen snow and I for one would like a bit of color in those cheeks,
Maximus groused. Maximus, you may bully your patient later now
make yourself scarce I want a word with my ward, the Legate ordered.
Yes of course Legate, Maximus as he left and closed the door. The
lamps dimmed them brightened. The shadows swirled and moved to
seal the cracks and crevices. Tell me why, he ordered. Why is every
last man in this legion so surprised I can show any loyalty to you? Your
aide de camp practically threatens to send out a patrol if I take too
long on a project. Youre surprised I would try to stop an assassin when
I am less than two feet from him, I am no oath breaker, I say as I try
and climb out of the bed.

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Hold! his voice cracked like a whip stopping me in my tracks I

have already warned you about that shrewish tongue. I will not tell you
again. I turned and sat on the edge of the bed. Realizing I would have
to begin monitoring my mental thoughts much more carefully. I asked,
I was broadcasting them in another tone than I was speaking them
wasnt I Legate Saturnius?
You sounded quite a bit like my spouse whom I cant stand. Unless
you want to find yourself on the floor I suggest you work on that. Now
outside of this room the general populace will believe what their eyes
show them and since as you say you are no oath breaker I trust that I
can trust that youll do as I bid? he asked as he poured me some
water.
Just then there was a knock on the door. The Legate pulled me up to
the pillows and covered me with the blankets and sat on the edge of
the bed. The door opened and he barked in Gaelic, Enter dont just
stand there staring, sounding as if he were highly offended. I heard
mentally, if you ever stand in a doorway and gawk like that I will
devise a particularly nasty punishment for you, he warned me. Finally
the sound of bare feet on packed earth was heard and the sound of a
tray being placed on the table occurred.
Would you like for me to attend to the princeI interrupted, Do not
even finish that sentence. First, I never claimed that title. And
secondly, I no longer have a right to it and the Legate doesnt like it, I
turned towards the girl who was scowling at the floor. You may see to
her needs but there will be a centurion in the quarters. I will return
shortly Conchend, I want you to eat something. He ordered brusquely
before leaving and sending in a Centurion from the Deaths Head.
As the girl proceeded to bathe me she eyed the soldier in the room.
How do you stand them, she demanded angrily? I smiled and
smoothed the blanket before I answered. You get used it after a time,
I said sweetly knowing it had been less than a fortnight. If you dont
make trouble they usually leave you alone and if you are pleasant
some of them can be quite nice, I say winking at Aulus. The one that
was here before the one in charge, he is so very frightening so can you
stand to be in the room with him, she asked curiously?
Sensing the Legates return I felt it might be best to warn him since
he had wanted me to put on a show. I opened a connection to that very
scary mind. Yes Conchend, since you went out of your way to seek a
connection we both know you dread what is it? he demanded harshly
sounding very annoyed. Since she still seems to be in here searching

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for answers I thought we could test the theory that the eyes see what
they are shown. Brace yourself you are going to have to stand my
touch at least for the present I warned him.
If I couldnt stand your touch you wouldnt dress me every day, he
quipped back. Yes Legate I am aware of that but for the moment you
are going to have to act like it is more than a necessary function and I
am just another appendage, I tease him gently. Just then the door
opened and the Legate entered the room. His gaze landed on the
untouched tray. Whats this I see? Still no food in that hollow cavern
well we cant have that, Maximus will accuse me of neglecting his
favorite assistant, with that he lifted me from the bed and into his
arms and sat in the chair.
I shifted so that Tiberius's sword was freely accessible and easily
drawn. The girl watched us intently as if we were an interesting exhibit
and she didn't quite know what to make of us. Before I could register
the movement I found the cup at my elbow and the bowl with my meal
in it in my hands. The message was clear as if he had spoken and I
could sense his growing anger and impatience. I began to eat but
found I didnt have much of an appetite. I managed about three fourths
of the bowls contents before I had to push it away.
Aulus, see the girl out to where the others are being kept. She can
return in the morning if Maximus declares Conchend well enough to
perform light duty in the infirmary, the Legate ordered as he
deposited me gently onto a camp cot next to the bed. I waited until
Aulus and the girl left and carefully began to remove his more formal
armor. I felt my shoulder twinge in protest as I hefted the weight of the
armor
I had just managed to place the armor on the stand when Maximus
came in. Bring the everyday set. I intend to make my presence felt in
this backwater town and I will not give them the chance to strike at my
back, he ordered coldly and callously. I had just begun to fasten the
hooks when I heard, Have you lost your wits? Lugging about armor
with that arm is not going to help it heal, and I have a feeling she is
going to need both of them tomorrow when you relieve the garrison,
Maximus stated matter of factly. Maximus deposited me on the cot and
finished armoring the legate.
The legate turned to me and ordered, Get some sleep girl, Maximus
is right your skin is far too pale. I will see to it that you are awakened
when it is time. Until then I expect you to remain out of trouble,
with that he and Maximus without waiting for a reply. I couldnt have

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been asleep for more than a couple of candle marks when I found
myself awake. I had an insistent need to go outside.
Conchend slipped out past the guards quietly sliding around the
inner edge of the palisades as she extended her senses. Just past the
latrines she heard voices and felt an intense surge of hate that
nearly drove her to her knees. You stupid fool you are going to get
us killed with foul ups like that. The girl wasnt supposed to get hurt
you fool, the voice hissed with outrage! How was I to know she
would defend the Legate? None of us expected her to be loyal to him
not even her grandfather after he convinced the others to revolt, he
other voice answered.
Yes well now the headman and the males of this town will die, the
women and children will be sold, and the place burned as an
example of his rage. Hopefully that will be all that is required to sate
the Dark Lord of Rome for a time and our plotting can resume, the
other voice said hatefully. Just then I sensed I had better return to my
cot and made good my escape. Unfortunately I was just barely back
under the covers and not prone when the legate and Maximus
entered the house.
Explain yourself Conchend. I believe my last statement to you was
that I expected you to remain out of trouble yes, he demanded of
me harshly? As shadows began to writhe around the room I
swallowed and answered truthfully, Two candle marks ago I awoke
with an insistent need to go outside. I hear two distinct voices
discussing the fact that my grandfather had convinced the others to
revolt and the fact you were supposed to die and they were not
supposed to hurt me. Also there is the hope that the Dark Lord of
Rome will be sated was the term used with the destruction of
Petuaria so the plotting may resume.
The Legate laughed darkly and a shadow caressed my hair leaving
me enveloped in a wave of cold. I will let them think I am sated if
they wish it for a time, but they know me not at all if they think the
destruction of Petuaria will slake my need for vengeance. Now you
will return to your sleep and after the relief of the garrison I will see
to more of your instruction since it seems your usefulness is indeed
growing, he said sounding almost fond of me at that moment. I
nodded and lay back down closing my eyes and listening to the
legate pace as he and Maximus talked.
That morning I was awoken by the legate as he told me, Maximus
will be here momentarily to help me don my armor. You can help me

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dress and then fetch my breakfast before he looks you over, as he

walked to the table nonchalantly. I pulled myself out of the cot and
dressed him carefully before heading out into the chilly morning air
to fetch his morning meal as well as my own as I knew it would be
expected that I would eat before he would be satisfied this day.
When I returned to the legate Maximus was just finishing the hooks
of his armor. Maximus took both bowls from me and said, Come
here child and let me have a look at you, as he prodded at my
shoulder and asked how I felt overall.
I am less dizzy and lightheaded, still a bit thirsty and overall not
very hungry as yet, I answered truthfully. The legate scowled and
the coals popped as the fire flared along with his temper. I will try
and eat something though I even made sure to bring it back with
me, I pointed out hoping that would calm his temper. Hmm light
duty in the infirmary I think for today. There I know someone will
keep an eye on you and there will be help lifting the wounded,
Maximus said as he handed me my food.
I ate the entire portion and managed a full portion of liquid as well
before Maximus and I made our way to the infirmary. It wasnt long
before we could hear the sounds of battle. The crash and bang of
sword on shield, the horns of the Cornicines, the sound of charging
horses and chariots. Before too long the wounded began to arrive
and the work began. By midday my back ached and my fingers were
stiff from stitching flesh and treating the wounded.
The stench if blood filled the air and tainted everything. Suddenly
from outside there rang out the shout of Long live Imperator
Saturnius! The two legions had declared him Imperator and until his
triumph he held the full might of Rome in Britain. Maximus and I
stepped outside onto the Via Apia as the cheering throng made their
way toward the Campus Martius. Although it was not as large as the
one in Rome it would hold the entirety of the Ninth and what
remained of the Sixth.

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