Аннотация
The Eagles Conquest
Simon Scarrow
Chapter One
'I don't think I fancy the odds on the tall one,' muttered Centurion Macro. 'Why's that, sir?'
'Look at him, Cato! The man's all skin and bones. Won't last long against the opposition. ' Macro nodded to the other side of the makeshift arena where a short, thickset prisoner was being armed with a buckler and short sword. The man took the unfamiliar weapons reluctantly and eyed up his opponent. Cato looked over to the tall, thin Briton, naked except for a small leather loin guard. One of the legionaries assigned to arena duties thrust a long trident into his hands. The Briton hefted the trident experimentally and adjusted his grip for the best balance. He seemed to be a man who knew his weapons and moved with a certain amount of poise.
'I'll bet on the tall one,' Cato decided.
Macro swung round. 'You mad? Look at him.'
'I have looked, sir. And I'll back my judgement with money.'
'Your judgeme...
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