Patricius could not believe how Memor was able to negotiate the dark corridors of the house that had been his prison for the last few days. It was better that the previous place, wherever that was. And how long was it since he was home with his mother? How long had it been since his father and Lupus had left for Rome?

‘Ah! Dear Lupus! Dear, sweet, obedient, lapdog Lupus! What a cunnus! And yet my father had taken him in as his son, as my brother! If I ever get out of this I will make sure that you do not steal my inheritance Lupus. I am the rightful heir to the governorship of Armorica. Not you, not anyone. I thought my father knew that. But now…’

No, Patricius did not know how long it was since Germanus and Lupus had left Armorica to go off on...

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