*Lit; Camp Prefect. Third most senior officer in an army camp after the Tribunus and the Legatus, and the lowest ranking commissioned officer.
Transcript:
Page 16 panel 1
Bea: Do we really have time for that?!
Panel 2
Lysander: We’re not leaving them all here! Some of these people are too weak or injured to sit up, let alone defend themselves! When the queen finds out we’ve escaped, she’ll execute every prisoner she can find! We can’t leave them here to die!
Panel 3
(grey-haired prisoner salutes)
Grey-hair: Marcus Iulianus Livi, praefectus castrorum* of the 88th cohort, prima legion, serial number 338-14009.
Panel 4
Lysander: Prima legion? You served under me?
Iulianus: I did, sir. In Cohatlan, two years ago. When we had to retreat and you lost your brother, sir.
Panel 5
Lysander: … right.
Iulianus: Leave the others to me, sir. I’ve been here longer than anyone and the 88th were diggers. We knows tunnels.
Panel 6
Lysander: (gives him key) Good luck, praefect. I’m counting on you.
Panel 7
(Iulianus opens another cell)
Sancho: We dinnae ‘ave a key tae this gate!
Panel 8
Lysander: God… Damnit!
Panel 9
(Lysander kicks at the lock)
