Combat the Fat 2
If she were a spy, he would soon find out. A Celt had fooled him once. But never again. He snorted to himself, realizing how foolish he was acting. Why would a Roman prefect poke through the belongings of a non-Roman worker? He should have ordered a room inspection. But then … others would think he distrusted the mapmaker. He didn’t distrust her, not really. After the incident with her brother, he naturally sent scouts to follow her on her mapping assignments. But checking on the working habits of non-Roman personnel was one thing; searching their rooms was another. Yet Combat the Fat had to be done. He was the arm of Rome in Britannia, and the safety of the fort was paramount.
