" It would have been easy to ask, then, ‘What of this Eagle?’, to have wheedled out of them all they knew: where it was kept, when and where paraded through the streets.
I was halfway to asking when Pantera, swaying a little, trod on my foot and I bit the words back and glanced at Horgias, who had seen and gave the barest nod and continued to grin in the mindless manner of a man who only understands one word in every dozen that he hears. The Hebrews didn’t
notice; they were too busy reminding each other of their victories, of the men killed, the stones dodged, the slingstones hurled. "

― M.C. Scott , Rome: The Eagle of the Twelfth (Rome, #3)