Publisher's Synopsis
"Strike in the nails, soldiers, and let our guest see the reality of our good Romanjustice!"The speaker wrapped his purple cloak closer about his powerful frame and settledback into his official chair, much as he might have settled back in his seat at the CircusMaximus to enjoy the clash of gladiatorial swords. Realization of power colored hisevery move. Whetted pride was necessary to Roman satisfaction, and Titus Sulla wasjustly proud; for he was military governor of Eboracum and answerable only to theemperor of Rome. He was a strongly built man of medium height, with the hawk-likefeatures of the pure-bred Roman. Now a mocking smile curved his full lips, increasingthe arrogance of his haughty aspect. Distinctly military in appearance, he wore thegolden-scaled corselet and chased breastplate of his rank, with the short stabbing swordat his belt, and he held on his knee the silvered helmet with its plumed crest. Behind himstood a clump of impassive soldiers with shield and spear-blond titans from theRhineland.
