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    The Ninth Hispania, after such a long time spent haunting his thoughts, came to fade from Marcus’ life like the pain of his injured knee.

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  2. 18 Dec 2017

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    'Are you so tired of life here, already? Our hearthstone has barely had a chance to go black.’

    'You are the one who is always away,’ said Marcus. ‘Leaving me behind like a war widow,’ he added in jest, although he regretted saying that as soon as the words left his mouth. It smacked too much of the truth.

    Esca groaned. ‘This is why you were willing to up-sticks and flee back to Rome?’

    ‘It would be easier to be apart from you if I was -- apart from you,’ he answered, wishing he wasn’t so clumsy with words.

    ‘That’s why I went. We can't spend every waking second together.’

    ‘You dragged me from the water when I was freezing to death. You carried me across the Wall. You helped me me find my father's Eagle. There's no-one I’d rather spend my days with than you, Esca.’ He looked over the hill at the heavy red clouds signalling the setting sun. It was easier than looking at Esca, who always seemed so close to anger even when he was in a good mood. ‘When my father used to come home from war, we’d hardly know him. I loved him because to me he was a god, but my mother... she saw him every two years, at best. And every time he returned he’d be a different man. I thought to myself, what kind of a life is that? That’s why I never married.’

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  9. 03 Dec 2015

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    Esca’s eyebrows went up. ‘You need my permission, O Centurion?’

    ‘Your blessing only,’ he said, for sometimes one of them had to be gentle, and it wouldn’t be Esca.

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