”You’ve been thorough?” Hannibal asked Maharbal, who was watching his friend with worry written across his face. “Any news on the consuls?”
“Thorough? You know me. – Hannibal, you need to get that treated.”
“I am getting that treated, but look around. – The consuls?”
Maharbal caught Mago’s look that said, How many times do you think I’ve told him that? “Servilius is still in Ariminum,” the cavalry commander reported at length. “A couple of men from Faesulae we captured yesterday are definite that Flaminius is still in Arretium – perched on the road to Rome like Iuppiter Stator in person and wondering when and where we’ll be crossing the Apennines.” He grinned. “Baal Hammon, I wish I could see his face when he finds us right in front of him.”
“Enemy scouts?” Hannibal wasn’t smiling, his voice clipped in pain.
“None. Not a horse’s tail in two days. It seems our friend Flaminius doesn’t believe in such Punic treachery as ambushes, or scouting. A fine, stout Roman. Bah.”
“Perfect. Servilius is completely out of touch and Flaminius isn’t expecting us. We need to make sure it stays that way."