Witch's Marsh prorsus

Ico lingered on these words as they headed onward and their conversation turned effortlessly to lighter, everyday things. There was power in a single name... was there? Ico was instantly inclined to believe everything Germanicus uttered, such was the unexpected hold the young commander had on him, but it made him ponder, and would make him ponder later still.

The idea that he, Ico, could have any power in him at all was new, alien, would-be unbelievable. And yet, quietly, the idea was also a compelling one.