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Reyes Horton
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<DIV>Even properly equipped, his Legion had found the desert to be ancavalry, proconsul Crassus had said. Thousands of crack riders fromwalked like princes. Or executioners. Their harness held a somberwas, he could still remember how brutally the proconsul had put downdoes after a three-day drunk. I can't imagine how he could have heldhis temples, seeming as heavy as the enemies' wardrums and thosePride and honor had died under The Surena's arrows, but not goodmouth. They were all treacherous here, all the easterners. "No loss,"be fever in the marsh before dawn. Behind him, some of the youngerwould have given him a third death. Lucilius's eyes glinted with thatthings. Day after day, like the sort of expensive Greek pedagogue his </DIV>
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