‘My Lord some of our Leading Nobles have made the complaint that the price of slaves has risen a bit too sharply of late.’ The Functionary nervously shuffled his feet. The Leading Nobles were a point of contention with The Young Prefect who very much thought he was in charge.
Read MoreChapter 9 The Priestess
On their knees before them knelt The severely beaten Housekeeper and a man she recognised as a Centurion of the Roman Army. A man she had only caught glimpses of when he had stayed at the Farm as the Farmer had hidden her. Up close she was surprised to see The Centurion was handsome; well built with chisseled features. Her husband wasn't ugly his body was trim but his features were plain, she caught herself thinking if her husband was touched by Apollo then surely The Centurion must be touched by Mars.
Read MoreChapter 8 The Healer
He decided to address the elephant on his soul. The one the black dog was plainly barking at; Taking a wife had never been part of his plan.
Read MoreChapter 7 The Ex-Centurion
His authoritative voice and commanding volume stopped the crowd in its tracks and the Ex-Centurion pushed forward to examine The Bedraggled Man. He didn't recognise the man but wasn't too surprised as the man had appeared to have been kicked in the face by a horse. “Do I know you?”
Read MoreChapter 6 The Blacksmith →
The Blacksmith was a master craftsman. He had been born to the trade. His father used to say molten steel ran through their veins. At nine years he had been formally apprenticed to an uncle and now, twenty five years later, not only did he have his own apprentices but four qualified Smiths and their apprentices all worked for him too. And in all his time he had never come across an order so peculiar and so particular as his New Clients’.
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