“They won a lot of battles,” Baptiste considered a crumbling temple across the way, its tide-stained pillars half-sunk in the sea, “and built a lot of grand things, so people always forget.” “Forget what?” asked Alex. “What absolute wankers the Carthaginians were. How many dead slaves are sunk in the drowned foundations of this city, do you think?” “Lots.” Balthazar shrugged. “But you can’t build big without a few bodies.”
