Chapter III
My name is Sanguine.
My squad name is Scribe.
For the rest of this account I shall call me what I was dubbed by my fellow soldiers. Each soldier is given a name that best bears his personality. I was the one who could write, the only one who could write…and thus my squad name was Scribe. Sometimes they called me ‘Blood-scribe’ for sometimes my writings tell of misfortune. However, for you who reads this account…Scribe is what I prefer to be known. My mates call me Scribe. I am Scribe to all. I am Scribe to you. There are many names we are called in life. Now I am Scribe.
This is an account of our voyage.
The centurions packed us into the ships. We were to set sail for Egypt
“They won’t be happy to see us,” I said.
“What country ever is?” the Sub-Centurion Valens said to the men. “You march into their country, eat their food and fut their women. We are not hospitable guests.”
