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acutely than the cavalrymen. Centurion Muribellum's only concession to his
men was to allow them to take off their helmets and put on white headbands
soaked in water, but he kept them standing, lance in hand. The centurion
himself, also wearing a headband though a dry one, walked up and down a
short distance from a group of executioners without even removing his heavy
silver badges of rank, his sword or his dagger. The sun beat straight down
on the centurion without causing him the least distress and such was the
glitter from the silver of his lions' muzzles that a glance at them was
almost blinding.
Muribellum's disfigured face showed neither exhaustion nor displeasure
and the giant centurion seemed strong enough to keep pacing all day, all
night and all the next day. For as long as might be necessary he would go on
walking with his hands on his heavy bronze-studded belt, he would keep his
stern gaze either on the crucified victims or on the line of troops, or just
kick at the rubble on the ground with the toe of his rough hide boot,