Germanus could not believe his eyes. Never had he seen so much wealth: not in Roma, not in Constantinopolis, not in Antissiodorum; not anywhere in the whole of the Empire; never; never ever. Even if all the riches that he had ever encountered were to be brought together in the one place, it would not total a tenth of what he now beheld here in this underground mausoleum. He turned to Elafius and Barita, swiping the dust and cobwebs from his uniform as he did so, then coughed out the dirt of ages from his lungs. There was blood on his hand as he wiped his mouth. It was not the first time that had happened.

‘I did not believe you when you told me of this place. I really had no idea. Coelestinus told me that I would find untold riches in Britannia, but it never occurred to me that it was t...

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