Prologue 5
“Septus, there is a Roman at our gates.” The sentry called on the leader of the Goths who was lying prone there with
two slaves entwined on his body. The large warrior of the Goths stirred up from his slumber to look at the sentry.
“Luka, if there is a Roman there then have him killed before he summoned the main column?” Septus replied while
he pushed himself off the flooring. He looked to the others who were also laid there like dead men, when in actual
reason they were all drunk like him. Those were all proud warriors but with the defeat b y the Romans, they have
lost their zeal for battle. The war was not lost by them but by the King who was indecisive and careless with his
administration, some of his loyal allies have left him during the war.
“Leader Septus, the Roman said his name was Lucas Adrian.” Luka replied. “He rides alone. He seeks your
counsel.”
“If he does seek only counsel then showed him in.” Septus told Luka and then held out his hands to stop the other.
“Make that a short while later. I have a need to clean the chamber of filth.”
That was when Lucas met the nemesis of his from the Goths. Their talk was short, but the events that lead to their
newly found friendship took longer in the workings.
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