…. at Montenegro…
… the daily exercises just ended. A young Elymian warrior asked the Nauarchos if he is now allowed to fight with the troops …

‘You’ll do, Poly. Give her the colours, Draco'
Draco brought Poly a surcoat of blue and red linen that showed the dolphin bagde.

‘Welcome to our band of brothers,’ Eadgils said, ‘ and to your new duties. What are your new duties, Poly?’
‘To serve you, Nauarchos.’
‘No! I’ve got servants who do that! Your job, Poly, is to rid the world of anyone I don’t like! What is it?’
‘To rid the world of anyone you don’t like, Nauarchos.’

And that was liable to be a large part of the world. Eadgils loved the deity, he whorshipped his wife, he adored the women on whom he fathered bastards and he was devoted to his men, but the rest of the world were nearly all damned scum who deserved to die. He tolerated his fellow Macedonians, but the Teutons were cabbage-farting dwarves, the Hellenes were scabby arse-suckers, the Etruscans were porsenna-looking barbarians and the Romans were shrivelled turds.

‘Do you know what you do with shrivelled turds, Poly?’
‘You kill them, Nauarchos’
‘You get up close and kill them,’ Eadgils said. ‘You let them smell your breath as they die. You let them see you grinning as you disembowel them. You hurt them, Poly, and then you kill them. Isn’t that right, priest?’
‘You speak with the tongue of angels, Nauarchos,’ the pirest said blandly.
He was the priest of the tribe and like the company of Elymians gathered in the field, wore a light armour, a spear and a shield. There was nothing about him to suggest he was a priest, but if there have been any such evidence then he would not have been in Eadgils employment. Eadgils wanted soldiers.

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