![]() For, when all his qualities were placed in the balance, Macro was a good soldier – when good soldiering was required – conscientious in his duties, reliably obedient to orders and he could be counted on to hold firm in a fight and inspire others to do the same. ![]() But, for some months before the promotion, Macro had been aware that senior officers were considering him for the first available vacancy in the centurionate and had done his best to keep indiscretions to a minimum. It was hard to register a respectful attitude to one who so recently had been seen emptying his guts of a skinful of cheap wine. His former comrades in the ranks were still inclined to treat him as an equal. Only a few months earlier Lucius Cornelius Macro had been an optio and was still finding promotion to the centurionate hard to handle. ‘No, sir!’ The sentry snapped to attention under the glare of his superior. ‘I don’t recall asking for an opinion on policy, soldier.’ ‘Unless there’s been some change in marching drill.’ ![]() ![]() ![]() Chapter One An icy blast of wind swept into the latrine with the sentry. ![]()
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