by Jim Branch
Copyright © 2011 Jim Branch
[Britannia, AD 133]
I was tired and my back was sore from the day’s ride. The horses plodded along the ridge, their hooves slapping at the muddy ground. The sweat under my leather armor was beginning to make me cold as the fog rolled into the lower valleys and the clouds thickened overhead. It was late afternoon, and I felt rain drops as Speratus looked to the north and motioned for us to stop.
There were sixteen of us, half the unit, with Speratus, our decurion and commanding officer, in the lead. His red cloak billowed in the wind as he waved his sword to get our attention. He pointed to just below the horizon. I was the duplicarius, second in command, and in the back keeping the men in line.