The boy ran hard. He traveled light, only a wool robe and tube slung over his shoulder. Despite the urgency of his flight, the boy never dare run at night. The chances of injury were too great. He was carrying a message to Marcus Praxsus which would change the course of history in the Empire. The boy took to the back county when possible, but the only way Triumbrant was through the bridge city. That is where the girl was and that’s why we live in a Republic my son.” “Tell me the story about Praxsus’s head on a pole”