Lucius Junius Brutus halted his horse in front of the gigantic Roman camp. Dismounting, fully armed and ready, he marched into the camp where he inquired the whereabouts of Consul Zosimus. Reaching the big tent, he was stopped by a military Quaestor.

“Who are you and what is your purpose with the Commander?” the grim Quaestor asked.

“Lucius Junius Brutus, Legatus, presenting for duty.”

“Ah, you’re the Legate, eh? Well, don’t stand there my man, come along!” the Quaestor said and showed him in…