Rome and the Conquest of Mesopotamia (Veteran of Rome Book 8) by William Kelso

Author:William Kelso
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: KelsoBooks Ltd
Published: 2018-01-16T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two – Seduction

His companions were already sitting around the long wooden table eating breakfast when Fergus strode into the kitchen. Silently he took his place at the end of the table as Licinius’s slaves hastily laid some food out in front of him. Casting a quick glance at his companion’s faces, he could see that sleeping in a proper bed and having a roof over their heads had been good for them after spending so many days out in the wilderness.

“Licinius is a good host Sir,” Flavius the German said cheerfully, as he turned to Fergus whilst stuffing his mouth with sausage and bread. “He puts on a good feast and this is only breakfast. What will he serve us for dinner?”

Fergus nodded but said nothing, as he quickly glanced at Barukh. The young Jew was staring at Flavius in silent disgust at his eating habits, but the German was blissfully unaware.

“How come Saadi gets her own room whilst the rest of us must share,” one of the Italian brothers exclaimed, giving Saadi a mocking wink. “That doesn’t seem fair Sir.”

“It’s for your own protection dickhead,” Saadi snapped, glaring across the table at the brother. “I have seen your cock and it’s the smallest I have ever encountered. Your mother must have mated with a midget.”

Saadi’s words were met with a howl of good humoured jeering and cries. Across from her, the brother was grinning.

“I told you she wanted to see my cock,” he cried out proudly.

“You two,” Fergus said wearily, as he looked up in the direction of the brothers. “Leave Saadi alone and stop picking on her. She is not interested in either of you and she’s right. The separation is for your own protection.”

“Maybe Sir,” Flavius interrupted, his mouth still half full of bread and sausage. “Maybe Arlyn could sing one of his native songs for us tonight at dinner. I always like his songs,” the German added, as he pointed his finger at the tall, red haired Hibernian. “They remind me of good times.”

Around Flavius the table grew quiet except for a few sniggers.

“You must be the only one,” Skula said, breaking the silence with a little disbelieving shake of his head, as he turned to stare at Flavius. “Who actually likes his songs? When Arlyn opens his mouth and sings, the rest of us just want to cry and go to sleep. His songs are so fucking depressing.”

“Ah thanks a lot Skula,” Arlyn snapped with an offended look, as he chucked a piece of bread at the bald Alan tribesman.

“It’s true,” Skula exclaimed, raising both his hands. “Ask anyone except the ugly German over there.”

“There is no need to call me ugly,” Flavius responded.

“No,” Numerius suddenly chipped in. “No. But it’s all right for you to call me thick is it?”

“That’s because you are thick,” Flavius retorted, as he looked away in disgust.

In his seat around the long table Fergus rose to feet.

“Barukh,” he called out, gesturing for the young Jew to come over. “I need to discuss something with you.

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