“Nine eagles,” Angel murmured. He sounded proud as he and watched the legions depart.
“Eagle of the ninth,” Ella agreed. “They’ll get lost.”
“Lost how?”
“In time,” Ella said. “But they’ll do well, conquering and fighting and killing.”
Angel huffed, exasperated at the way she spoke her knowledge of the future without warning. “So what now? We return to Old Master?”
“No,” Ella said. “You must travel east. The Sarmatians need help. And the Persians. Also the Hellenes.”
“Why do you always know these things when I don’t?”
“We each have jobs. Mine is to see. Yours is to do.”
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