“Can it be that there are white barbarians in Africa!” exclaimed the officer. “Surely your garments are not Roman. Yes, you must be a barbarian unless, as I suspect, you are not telling me the truth and you are indeed from Castra Sanguinarius.” “A spy, perhaps,” suggested Rufinus. “No,” said von Harben. “I am no spy nor am I an enemy,” and with a smile, “I am a barbarian, but a friendly barbarian.” “And who is this man?” asked the officer, indicating Gabula. “Your slave?” “He is my servant, but not a slave.” “Come …
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