Joe paused and looked at his brother. Who was this man? Where was the cruel, cocksure, tousle-haired youth Joe remembered as John Blacke? Perhaps his time on the frontiers of the Empire had forced him to grow up. A brush with death might do that to you? If true, Joe pondered, it would have been the biggest micracle since bloody Nazza - that place where Jesus turned water into wine. Though he might have mixed up his bible stories.