The Great Pretor

I had never supposed the little man was anything but a roman general sent out to harry and pursue us. I do not deny his readiness or grudge him aught, yet i hate him even now from the bottom of my heart. It would have been far better had i abided the caesar's anger, or trusted to that martial boy sempronius faunus. The british churls, angry and sullen at their defeat of yesterday, were looking for a victim to bear the burden of their wrongs. But by earliest twilight, the bird had flown. At midnight, when the tired soldiers slept, i chafed my hempen bonds against