Somehow they had driven out of the twentieth century and into the first century BC. He stepped forward, trying to remember his Latin. “All hail—er—mighty Caesar,” he began. The Roman officer was obviously impressed. “We—er—have been sent by Rome in this new—er—mechanical elephant, to see—er—how the Imperial Legions are getting on here in Britannicus. This is—um—Brutus Breamus, and General Claudia Grind, and Spartacus Norris. I’m Cassius Singhus.” He pushed his turban back a little, hoping the soldiers would believe it was a new Roman fashion.
