Germanus looked out across the amphitheatre. 10,000 troops ready and waiting for his command; the command to march on Londinium. It felt good; like the old days. They even had a good supply of weapons, thanks to Aureliana’s remarkably well-stocked armoury and the extra supplies that Aetius had managed to squeeze out from his western armies and deliver to the Armorican Guard before they had set sail for Britannia. There was no point in taking any heavy weapons such as the ballistae that lay half dismantled in the fields near the old barracks; they would be useless even if they could be restored to working order. But there was an ample supply of hand-held weaponry and the west Britons had proved to be quick learners when it came to the latest tactics in warfare. Germanus had said to Lupus more than...

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