‘What next Palladius? Now what do we do?’

The Pope’s son looked at his henchman.

‘A a good question, Vindex, amicus meaus usque ad aras’.

‘You do talk a load of bollocks at times, Palladius, with all your education. But how is your breeding and your fine learning going to help us now? What does ad aras whatever mean anyway? Up your arse too?’

‘It means, my “friend to the end”, VIndex’.

Vindex snorted.

‘I never knew you felt that way about me, my Lord Palladius’.

‘Well, Vindex, we are in this together, and we need to get out of it together’.  

‘Do you still mean to capture Patricius? It is a bit late for that now, isn’t it? Give...

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