Decius thought Marcus mad to place his trust in this heathen witch.  Decius had several times witnessed ramifications of employing Cheruscii scouts and guides.  Indeed, it was likely this woman was leading them to an ambush.<br/><br/>Better to die with another Roman fighting at your side than die alone.<br/>"Bah.  At this point, I care neither for death or life.  I'll follow."<br/><br/>Decius uncorked a flask of water and took a deep gulp, then passed it to Marcus.<br/><br/>He watched fear grow in the eyes of the female savage.  She most likely thought he and Marcus were discussing cutting her heart out, roasting it on a spit, and drinking a toast with her blood.  These Germans were the epitome of ignorance.<br/><br/>He would throw her a surprise.<br/><br/>He cast a stern gaze at the woman, and addressed her in her native Cheruscii: "If you lead us to ambush, black witch, my first act will be to impale you against a tree." For effect, Decius motioned his hand towards his javelin.<br/><br/>He continued, "I fear not death, but choose life.  If I and the Officer die, know that you will die first.  Do you understand me?"<br/><br/>