Chapter 12
The tent was small, and the only source of light came from a brazier burning dimly in the corner. The smell of decay was so overwhelming that Cato began to taste bile in the back of his throat. At the center of the tent lay an unconscious Boudicca. Her body was covered by a blanket. All that lay bare was her beautiful face.
“At least you knew to remove her clothes,” Cato commented not daring to take his eyes off of Boudicca. He held his bound hands towards Flaithri. “If you please.”
The Iceni warrior loosened the bindings. Cato felt the pressure on his wrists slack. They had been chaffed raw. He looked over at a table that had been set up to his left. On it was different vials and ointments. He began scouring the various contents until he found what he was looking for.