Beyond Night
“They weren’t all auxiliaries.”
Quintus’ smug tone departed his voice. “Valintien? You jest with me! That big animal is dead? He’s about as mean as that Porcius beast in your troop.” He gestured with his right hand over at the thuggish cavalryman, Porcius, who checked the hooves of his mount, cleaning them out with a fine rod usually used for scouring teeth. Porcius’ black eyes, typical of a man from Greece, drilled into Quintus, but went back to his labor presently.
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