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Usage examples of macro.

Centurion Macro, glancing down a dark alley leading up from the Camulodunum quayside.

Horrified at the prospect of being preceded into a drinking place by a woman, Macro clumsily thrust himself between the woman and the door.

While Macro steered a way through the throng to the bar, Cato looked round and saw that the only place left was a rickety trestle table flanked by two benches, right by the door they had just entered.

Even junior centurions like Macro had found themselves asked to attend.

At first her open approach inclined Macro to regard her as just another of the horse-faced women that made up the majority of the higher class of Briton.

Grudgingly at first, then more willingly as she artfully drew him into a more expansive discussion, Macro talked to her in a way he had never before with a woman.

Looking round, Macro observed the same forwardness in the other Celtic women and was trying to reconcile himself to the strange ways of this new culture when Boudica planted a boozy kiss on his lips.

Momentarily startled, Macro tried to break away from her powerful embrace, but the girl had mistakenly taken his writhing as a sign of his ardour and merely tightened her grip.

So Macro gave in and kissed her back, and on the alcohol-saturated wings of passion they had collapsed under a table in a dark corner and fumbled the evening away.

They continued to meet almost daily from that point on, and sometimes Macro invited Cato to join them, mainly from a sense of pity for the lad, who had only recently seen his first love murdered at the hands of a treacherous Roman aristocrat.

If Boudica was going to ditch Macro and marry someone else, then she could tell Macro herself.

Boudica quickly indicated to Macro that he should get under the bench.

Tugging their cloaks tightly about their shoulders, Macro and Cato ducked under the lintel into the street.

Cato was dragged to his feet by Macro and thrown bodily in the direction of the small rear door that the other brawlers were spilling out through.

Two women were sitting on a pair of seedy looking beds, and they smiled as Macro appeared through the door.