"I saw the fleet." The Centurion told Montana after
approaching the later. "It may not be much of a fleet, but its
reinforcement."
The Governor aides rushed out to see the incoming fleet of tiremes and quinqueremes. He sighed at the fleet which
was fighting the waves in the bay. He saw a smaller fleet of assorted
guinguereme with a complement of four hundred to the halve size tireme of two hundred crews
including marines. He counted and estimated that there was only one fifth of
the legion there. It took them over two hours for the first vessel to anchored
in the bay during the storm.
A small boat was lowered and the leader of
the fleet was seen on it. Montano and his companion went out to greet the
leader of the fleet at the jetty.
"Hail Legionnaire." Montana
greet the new arrival. "My name is Montana, the aide to Governor of
Lusitania."
"Primus Pilus Cassio of the 3rd
Legion. I had come on the orders of the Emperor to assist in the threat on this
province." The Pilus introduced himself. "My Legatus would had met
you but he was called away on some more important issue."
"Legatus called away and taken more
than half the legion? Truly it must be an important quest." Montana stood
in the rain swept jetty without moving the entourage to the warmth interior of
the tavern. It was Cassio who was asked that they moved to a warmer area.
"Perhaps you would know more of
Legatus issue there." Cassio explained himself. "More to that, my men
needed some dry lands to clear their sickness. They are needed to march in a
short time. We got a battle to win."
Cassio looked at his newly arrived guests
from the ship.
"I have some ladies which are in need
of some shelter." Cassio pointed to the two ladies who had just came on
the dry land.
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