Chapter 41

“A cloudless night Flavius.” Cato muttered.

The legionary stood at attention. Cato had an uneasy feeling like something was being put into play. As though the gods were watching to see what he might do next.

"Worry not," said the voice. "These things will clear up with time."

“That it is Prefect.” Flavius concurred. “The gods smile on me this night and spare me the snowfall.”

“That they do.” Cato affirmed. They both chuckled.

Cato liked Flavius. The man was many years his senior and had a cheerful, jovial demeanor, yet he still showed Cato the respect his position demanded. His mistake of the previous day was long forgotten along with the unorthodox punishment. He had a well-controlled ego. Cato could appreciate a man of true character like that.

“Should be dawn soon then?” Cato inquired.

“Within the next hour I’d say sir.” Flavius responded. “Your father sent a messenger while you were asleep.”