features appear hellish, matching his unsympathetic eyes from intoxication. “Is that what you’re worried about, food and shelter?” Joth asked, impatiently. It was the first wine he’d consumed since losing his gold to Sargus that fateful night in Rome. “We’re great heroes, Rinka. Arminius will reward us for saving the rebellion from disaster. And I would join him on any military campaign. I only pray to the North Gods that Arminius finds me worthy enough to be one of his followers.”
Rinka stepped back from him for a moment. There was the old Joth she knew before their travels, she thought; rash and impulsive. Fueled by wine a war-talk, most of the other victorious warrior tribesmen appeared the same way to Rinka. They were drunk with power, eager to fight any army, and perhaps, eager to exact revenge against their …show more content…
Even my closet follower, Leutgard, betrayed us for Caesar’s gold. And vile spies like Tolki, who now hides under Caesar’s robes, will be found and brought to justice.”
“Coward!” demanded one warrior, within the swell of animal skinned and armored bodies.
Rinka watched Thusnelda’s reaction when the Tolki, the infamous informant, was mentioned. He had been in the service or Rome, Flavius, and Segestes, and wisely, she showed no emotion. But Rinka knew his fleeing to the Rhine would not put an end to the matter, and someone would have to pay for his treachery.
“Rome will strike back and hard,” Arminius proclaimed. “And if we don’t attack his staging points at the Rhine this spring, Caesar will send his best legions and smartest generals back into our lands to punish us. But before he can —” He abruptly paused, reached down for something at his feet and then with all the theatrics of a thespian on a stage, held up a Roman head. It was the bloodied and bruised head of Varus. “— I will send him this as a
Rinka stepped back from him for a moment. There was the old Joth she knew before their travels, she thought; rash and impulsive. Fueled by wine a war-talk, most of the other victorious warrior tribesmen appeared the same way to Rinka. They were drunk with power, eager to fight any army, and perhaps, eager to exact revenge against their …show more content…
Even my closet follower, Leutgard, betrayed us for Caesar’s gold. And vile spies like Tolki, who now hides under Caesar’s robes, will be found and brought to justice.”
“Coward!” demanded one warrior, within the swell of animal skinned and armored bodies.
Rinka watched Thusnelda’s reaction when the Tolki, the infamous informant, was mentioned. He had been in the service or Rome, Flavius, and Segestes, and wisely, she showed no emotion. But Rinka knew his fleeing to the Rhine would not put an end to the matter, and someone would have to pay for his treachery.
“Rome will strike back and hard,” Arminius proclaimed. “And if we don’t attack his staging points at the Rhine this spring, Caesar will send his best legions and smartest generals back into our lands to punish us. But before he can —” He abruptly paused, reached down for something at his feet and then with all the theatrics of a thespian on a stage, held up a Roman head. It was the bloodied and bruised head of Varus. “— I will send him this as a