"That was just a moment of anger," Anticles said with a touch of candor. "Actually, Hieronymus is a great person—humble and diligent. He often seeks my advice. Besides, my two new sons-in-law are now citizens, and my eldest son-in-law is even a Platoon Leader!"
Stromboli snorted dismissively. "A Platoon Leader? What's so special about that? How many men does he command? Back in our day, you and I were Battalion Commanders."
"That's different," Anticles replied matter-of-factly. "Back then, it was because of our noble status that we were appointed by the consul. But as Trotilas mentioned, Consul Juleios decreed that 'Platoon Leaders must have experienced countless battles, earned the soldiers' recognition, and been elected by them, with approval from their superiors, to assume the role.'"
Stromboli fell silent. Though critical of the changes, he could not deny the prowess of the Persian expedition soldiers. To command their respect required exceptional ability.
