Lupus thought he could see two men staring intently from the gatehouse tower that guarded the southern entrance to Verulamium. One pointed towards the encampment while the other took note of what was being said. There was something about the younger one that made Lupus think of Patricius.

If only my so-called brother could see me now! He would not believe it! He would not be able to stomach the fact that I have made it to where I am now! He was the albae gallinae filius; he was the lucky devil born with the silver spoon in his mouth. And where is he now? Who knows? And who cares? Because I have become the first of the house of Germanus.

Lupus looked at the birds flying overhead and smiled. The sun was rising fast. It was time to go and conquer.  

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