Lion Head Mesa Pólemos

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a swift pledge. "eimai germanikos," he said, flicking an ear to indicate he had heard and accepted the pledge. "ypárchei pólemos. ypárchoun paidiá kai athóoi se aftí ti gi."

"To akashingo eínai ekeí pou écho kánei to stratópedó mou." the eagle gestured toward the tall mesa. "den eímai misthofóros eímai stratiótis."

he looked back toward the hirefang. "sto akashingo eínai mia néa vasílissa me evgenikí kardiá. den tis axízei na pethánei gia mia paliá diamáchi."

"tha ypireteís sto paláti kai tha tin ypireteís os fýlakas tou prosópou tis, aná pása stigmí. tóso edó óso kai éxo apó to akashingo. allá tha anaférete móno se ména, óchi ston arravoniasméno tis, faraó ramési."

it was an open-ended assignment. this was the first strike against it. but it was truly for crowfeather that germanicus chose this path. he had already hurt the boy. if he chose to stay and coordinate during a war, he would do whatever must be done to keep more agony from the young heart.

and yet he knew the unspoken truth. "ákou chorís na akoús. parakolouthíste chorís na parakolouthísete. kai pes mou ta pánta." there was enough looming without further inner intrigue. germanicus must know both the serious and the peevish.