“Varus called to Corylus. His friend waved his free hand in response, then trotted eastward toward his home. “He’s a very sturdy young man,” said Pandareus gently. “I would judge that the staff in his hand would be more than a match for a footpad’s dagger.” Varus sighed. “Yes sir,” he said. “That’s just what I was thinking earlier this evening, when we met at the temple. But since what happened, I’m.…” He didn’t know how to conclude the sentence. He looked up the escarpment. The Temple of Jupite...r was set too far back for him to see it at this angle, but the memories of what had happened there weren’t going to fade soon. Probably they would still be clear on his deathbed. He looked at his teacher and managed a smile. “Sir,” he said, “nothing seems certain anymore. I feel as though that cliff could slump down like the Tiber bank in a flood. Though”—Varus really grinned—“I think the Citadel will fail before Corylus does. I offered him an escort because I was afraid, not because I thought he needed one.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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