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Alex did not say anything to his wife,turning to me instead with a pleading expression, but I held bothhands up in a gesture of surrender, refusing to say anything evenafter he glared at me for a span of heartbeats.
Finally, his shoulders slumped, and he said,“I suppose I need to go buy a wagon.”
And this is where I must stop. We have beenin Rome for some time now, and I am facing yet another decisionthat will affect not just me, but my wife, infant child, and Alexand his family. It has been an eventful time, and I am justthankful that I have survived my time as a Centurion of thePraetorian Guard, at least so far, but only the gods know what liesahead of me, as I continue to be a hostage to Fortuna.
