But tonight, because Rome had fallen and Felix was dead, because of Valerius’s shame, the empty hut seemed horribly lonely, and there was a small aching need in him for somebody to notice, even if they were not glad, that he had come home.

And it came to Marcus suddenly that slaves very seldom whistled. They might sing, if they felt like it or if the rhythm helped their work, but whistling was in some way different it took a free man to make the sort of noise Esca was making.

Why should a deserter take the trouble to light Rutupiae Beacon?” Aquila demanded, and his voice sounded rough in is own ears. “Maybe in farewell, maybe in defiance. Maybe to hold back the dark for one more night.

The young Centurion, who had been completely still throughout, said very softly, as though to himself, Greater love hath no man-- and Justin thought it sounded as though he were quoting someone else.

When the playful me shows up, I am ready to be a serious learner … a culture of playfulness is closely related to the capacity to learn.

We shall have made such a blaze that men will remember us on the other side or the dark.

I have a special ah, here I am again, I know exactly what they are going to have for breakfast feeling when I get back into Roman Britain, which is very nice.

Esca tossed the slender papyrus roll onto the cot, and set his own hands over Marcus's. I have not served the Centurion because I was his slave, he said, dropping unconsciously into the speech of his own people. I have served Marcus, and it was not slave-service...my stomach will be glad when we start on this hunting trail.