Chapters (86)
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- CHAPTER ONE
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- CHAPTER TWO
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- CHAPTER THREE
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- CHAPTER FOUR
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- CHAPTER FIVE
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- CHAPTER SIX
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- CHAPTER SEVEN
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- CHAPTER EIGHT
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- CHAPTER NINE
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- CHAPTER TEN
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- CHAPTER ELEVEN
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- CHAPTER TWELVE
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- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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- CHAPTER NINETEEN
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- CHAPTER TWENTY
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- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
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- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
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- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
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- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
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- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
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- CHAPTER THIRTY
- 05 The Eagles Prey
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
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- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
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- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
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- 05 The Eagles Prey
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
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- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- 05 The Eagles Prey
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- 05 The Eagles Prey
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- 05 The Eagles Prey
- CHAPTER FORTY
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- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
There was a piercing shriek of the purest terror and agony that Cato had ever heard and he felt his stomach knot, as if he would throw up. The cohort commander worked his sword arm about, and then slowly stood up, a bitter look etched on his face as he turned round. At his side his arm hung loose, blood dripping from the dagger that was tightly clenched in his fist. Behind him the Briton writhed on the ground, still screaming as blood gushed from his eye sockets and spattered the grass around his head.
‘There!’ Maximius handed the dagger back to Figulus. ‘That’s how it’s done. Now get on with it.’
Figulus regarded him with horror, then looked to Cato pleadingly.
Maximius glared at the optio. ‘Why, you-’
‘Optio!’ Cato shouted. ‘You have your orders. Carry them out!’
‘Yes . . .’ Figulus nodded. ‘Yes, sir.’ He turned to the nearest men. ‘Get the blades out. You heard the centurion!’
As the men started on their bloody work and the hot afternoon was pierced by terrible screams, Maximius nodded his satisfaction.
‘We’re done here then. Soon as your lot have finished the cohort moves on to the ford.’
‘Yes, sir,’ Cato replied. ‘Best move quickly then.’
‘Yes. We had.’ Maximius suddenly looked worried, and spun round and strode off towards his men. The last of the prisoners was quickly dealt with and the men of the Sixth Century cleaned their blades and retrieved their shields and javelins before forming up at the end of the small Roman column. The cohort had suffered only seven dead, and a handful of men had been injured. Their wounds were bound and they headed back towards the shelter of the fort. The rest of the cohort waited for Maximius to give the order to march, and then they tramped forward, along the bank towards the ford.
Behind them the pitiful cries and screams of the prisoners faded slowly, accompanied by the shrill calls of the crows who were already wheeling above the battleground as they sought out fresh pickings amongst the dead and dying that littered the bright green grass below.