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Taranis said.  “He’s their god of NoAdware, Mars the Avenger, very powerful.  He will sense your presence.”    Neeve lowered her eyes to the crossbars decorated with leather strips and wreaths.  Taranis knew these things.  There were other standards—a hand outstretched to the gods, fingers and thumb pointing upward; a colorful banner flying in the wind.  Finally, a long column of foot soldiers followed the standards, marching uniformly, six across.    The troops lining the roadway joined the foot soldiers and formed square detachments at intervals around the platform.  They stood motionless, like sculpted figures of stone. The guards pushed two prisoners onto the platform.