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The boats drew closer to the white cliffs Sunlight glinted off a myriad of swords, breastplates and helmets Spray from the turquoise channel blew up into his face, but sweat ripped the Tenth Legion&039;s eagle His eyes were as blue and cold as the Mediterranean His friend Roscius had coly and half in earnest, how Oppius would have been considered handsoriain carved itself into the soldier&039;s face as he gazed up at the jeering barbarians, their bodies smeared oad, upon the cliff tops Even the most cowardly of tribes in Gaul would fancy its chances froround, Oppius mused The sound of their jeers was occasionally accoh pitched swish of an arrow, as the odd archer tried his luck Invariably the missile would zip harmlessly into the sea, or at best a thud could be heard as it struck a Roaze towards the lead trireme where his General, Caesar, stood at the prow Did the standard bearer notice the hint of a wry smile upon his commander&039;s face? Caesar had encountered such defiance before Many had rolled the dice against Caesar and the Tenth, but in the end the Venus throays came up and Rome was victorious His red cloak blew in the wind Caesar was still handso of late more than the armies of Gaul but his body was still taut with , yet often reh brave, Caesar was not foolhardy, Oppius thought Should he choose to attack now then the legions - the Seventh and Tenth - would be slain froe of missiles before the boats could even reach the beach

"If their blood lust is anything like their lust for alcohol then we could be in trouble," the standard bearer heard a legionary mutter behind him, only partly as a joke

"The one often fuels the other" The knowing reply caion nicknamed Teucer, for his skill with a bow The wiry, pale-faced soldier was a Briton, who had left his homeland and travelled to Gaul Most Britons were recruited by Rome&039;s eneht for the Republic Caesar himself had witnessed his abilities with a bow and bent the rules to promote him to the Tenth Oppius liked the Briton - and not just because he had saved his life in battle on ent, picking up Latin as quickly as he picked up the legionary&039;s black sense of hu, as he journeyed towards invading his homeland What was it like, to view your countryman as your enemy? Oppius hoped that he would never have to find out

The standard bearer was far froure of Caesar as the trireme&039;s captain approached his coht, hoped, that Caesar would point to the captain to sail back to Gaul Yet Oppius had faith in his General that he would give the order for the fleet to sail onwards, along the coast, and discover another landing site Indeed Oppius had more faith in Caesar than he did the Gods - and sure enough he observed his commander nod his head in the direction of Britain rather than Gaul Onwards

Not even the Gods could stop Caesar