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Quintus
shook
his
head
.
"
He
’
s
been
gone
for
almost
two
hours
,
"
he
said
.
"
Why
are
they
taking
so
long
?
They
only
have
to
say
yes
or
no
.
"
A
young
officer
gave
Maximus
a
bowl
of
hot
soup
.
He
drank
it
slowly
as
they
talked
,
always
keeping
one
eye
on
the
line
of
trees
.
"
Snow
in
the
air
,
"
said
Maximus
.
"
I
can
smell
it
.
"
"
Anything
’
s
better
than
this
German
rain
,
"
Quintus
said
,
looking
out
at
the
mud
in
front
of
his
men
.
Suddenly
,
there
was
a
shout
.
"
He
’
s
coming
!
"
All
eyes
turned
to
the
trees
.
A
horseman
rode
out
,
toward
the
Roman
army
.
There
was
something
strange
about
the
way
he
was
riding
.
Maximus
was
the
first
to
understand
.
"
They
say
no
,
"
he
said
.
As
the
horse
came
closer
,
the
other
men
could
see
what
had
happened
.
The
Roman
messenger
was
tied
to
his
horse
.
His
head
had
been
cut
off
.
Maximus
knew
now
what
he
had
to
do
.
Life
was
suddenly
simple
.
Far
away
,
at
the
edge
of
the
trees
,
a
German
chief
appeared
.
In
one
hand
he
was
holding
the
head
of
the
messenger
.
He
screamed
his
anger
at
the
Roman
army
,
then
threw
the
head
toward
them
.
Maximus
’
s
men
stared
back
and
waited
for
their
general
’
s
order
to
attack
.
