The Journal of Publius Canidius Crassus

Well, this land continues to be a source of amazement. Today, a priestess of Isis and attendant of the queen broke down, despairing that she had failed poor Cleopatra, and that the goddess had abandoned them. I confess, I can’t entirely disagree— the queen has been missing since the strange report of her abduction during the storm, and I can only assume is quite dead. Still, the outburst was proving disastrous for morale, and I can ill afford any treasonous impulses on the part of our Egyptian comrades. So I did the only sensible thing, and ordered a member of the 19th’s to quickly silence her. His report was rather unorthodox. Apparently, after he slit her throat she vanished in a ball of light. My first thought was to have him checked by the medics. But before I could manage it, the woman showed back up at the camp spewing her usual doomsaying. For the time being I have her locked up in a trunk in the bilge. It’ll have to do until I can devise a more… creative solution for dealing with dissidents.