Unhappy Discord

The Praetorians whisper among themselves around the evening campfires. Nobody eats much, and I sleep with my sword within reach.   Messengers race between our camp and Charmion’s, to no avail. Last night, I couldn’t help overhearing raised voices from the Legatus’s tent. Yet he said nothing. Just sat in stoic silence, listening to the priests and captains shouting obscenities at each other. All I can do is pray that the Legatus decides soon, and wisely. I even made an offering to mighty Mars…to grant us victory at arms, should the worst come to pass.