'Jealousy is but one road to the preordained,' Hektor offered.



'Are you a seer, now?' Alerio challenged.



'No, sir. I'm a youth who worries about how you're being treated.'



'Colonel, we're all apprehensive about what fate their jealousy is driving you towards,' Centurion Pelle added.



'I've sworn a Tribune's Oath to a God and a General,' Alerio informed them. He tugged the crested helmet down over his head before saying. 'We can sit with bowls of camp stew and talk about our feelings later. Right now, I have a battle to win.'



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