![]() ![]() “Go on.” Esca took up the shield which had been laid aside at Cottia’s coming. It is beautiful, yes, but to me it is as meaningless as an unlit lamp.” Marcus nodded as the other glanced up at him. “See, here is a tight curve, and here is another facing the other way to balance it, and here between them is a little round stiff flower and then it is all repeated here, and here, and here again. “Look at the pattern embossed here on your dagger-sheath,” he said at last. I want to understand.” Esca thought for a while, staring straight before him. “But the price is too high.” “The price? Freedom?” “Yes-and other things than freedom.” “What other things? Tell me, Esca I want to know. “Justice, and order, and good roads worth having, surely?” “These be all good things,” Esca agreed. “But these things that Rome had to give, are they not good things?” Marcus demanded. ![]()
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