by Artaxerxes

mithraeum

I remember the day when the Mithraeum in Aquae Sulis caught fire.

“How many got out?” I asked.
Magnus turned to me. “What?”
I: “Did anyone escape?”
Magnus: “Only seven besides the courier of the sun, and three of those were musicians. Mehercle!”

Mehercle was right. We had lost a swathe of good—in some cases, very good—officers from the legion. We had to make sure that this did not happen again.

You have to remember that in those days policing was an infant science. But we followed best practices and, I like to think, we got results.

We drove the foreigners, the insane and the Christians out of town that same evening.