Intent #
Marcus uses the prophecy to save the household.
Narrative #
Gaius Calidius, master of the house, paced the peristyle. "Three more weeks. By then, Picentia's flocks are sheared. We'll bring back a full load."
"Yes Gaius," Marcus said, standing by a pillar. "If the road holds."
"It always does," Gaius replied. "Until it doesn't. Speak."
"Wind changed," Marcus continued quietly. "No dew this morning. Cicadas stopped before dawn. The air's too still. Heavy rain. Mudslide near the pass. It would bury the wool road."
"You're certain?"
"I trust what I see. Get the carts ready."