Centurion Page #3
- I saw them take him away in chains.
- Which way?
- North.
- Then we follow north.
- You would go after the Picts?
They'll have patrols sweeping
these forests for survivors.
- We might as well slit our throats.
- If the General's alive, it's our duty.
Yaargh!
- Where did you come from?
- From the kitchens.
Good work, soldier.
My name's Tarak.
I'm not a soldier, I'm a cook.
Not any more.
Scavenge what you can,
food supplies, weapons.
Ditch your armour. We travel light.
Sh*t! That Macros can move.
He used to be a marathon runner
before he joined up.
- How do you know that?
- We make the food, we know everything.
Aargh!
Take cover.
Aargh!
Aargh!
I knew we should never have trusted
that b*tch.
I know where they've taken the General.
Move out.
This way. The cave.
Get up those mountains. Get up!
Here, some food.
No!
Death Caps. They can kill you in minutes.
To the untrained eye, they look similar
to these, which are delicious.
Thanks.
Tarak. It's Assyrian, right?
Yes.
But it's not my real name.
It was given to me.
- What's your real name?
- I doubt you could pronounce it.
It's from the mountains of
the Hindu Kush where I was born.
Leonidas, right?
- Greek father, sir.
- Move closer to the fire.
- Where are you from, Bothos?
- I'm from the army.
It's all I've ever known.
They picked me up from the street,
trained me, told me I could better myself.
So, tell me, Bothos.
Do you feel better or worse?
Macros?
I escaped with my life
by running from Numidia.
Didn't stop until I reached Greece.
Then I ran for sport.
Now I'm running for my life again.
We're all a long way from home.
- This was supposed to be my last tour.
Had my eye on a farm in Tuscany,
where the sun warms the skin.
Brick...
What kind of name is that, anyway?
Short, sir... for Ubrickulius.
Your mother must have been... wise.
She was a f***ing comedian.
"Brick" it is, then.
Get some sleep. I'll stand first watch.
- General.
- Where are my men?
With your gods.
Traitor!
but she cannot speak. Do you know why?
She was a child
when she came to us seeking sanctuary.
Her own village had been slaughtered
as punishment for resisting Roman rule.
To set an example,
they burnt out her father's eyes.
They raped her mother
until she was begging to die.
Etain was forced to watch...
...before she too was raped.
And finally they cut out her tongue
that she may not speak ill
She fled north
and came to us for shelter.
We raised her
and made her one of our own.
And when she came of age,
we sent her back to you,
to feign allegiance
and deliver you into our hands.
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