" Tell me we’re not going to be stoking up the cook fires to build palisades through the night by their light.’ I stood, turning as I spoke.
Gravely, he said, ‘You’re not going to be stoking the cook fires and building palisades through the night by their light.’
Something was wrong with Lupus. He had never in his life made a joke, and his eyes were not laughing; quite the reverse. "

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