St. Martin's Press
ALEXANDRIA, WINTER 48 BC
Get a move on, damn you," cried the optio, swiping the flat of his blade at the nearest legionaries' backs. "Caesar needs us!"
His squad of ten men needed little encouragement. Their night picket was positioned on the Heptastadion, the narrow, man-made causeway that ran from the docks to a long, thin island, separating the harbor into two parts. With water on both sides, it was an isolated position. Given what was happening, that was not a healthy place to be.
The yellow glow from the Pharos, the city's huge lighthouse,