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It's nothing but pride, arrogant pride. Somewhere deep in his mind that thought surprised him. But he let it pass as he gazed out on the green wooded hills of his native land.
Even Marcus did not manage to get too badly underfoot. When the lone tent was pitched and dinner international on the boil, Caius flopped down on the damp ground without further ceremony.
He sat with the wall supporting him, where the story-teller liked to sit, and watched the door, waiting for the crowd to thicken, tongues to loosen, some caravan driver to boast of his wares.