Chapter 42

“Alright lads, the new day is upon us.” Lingus’ voice echoed through the dusty dining hall.

Cato sat in the courtyard. Seep had not come to him much these last few nights. He fought hard to remember the dream he'd woken up from but a fog had settled on his mind. He looked up to the horizon. Dawn had not yet broken, but he was determined to have his men prepared before the barbarian princess had the time to wake. He could still see that sly smile perfectly sketched across her elegant features.

Cato shook his head. He needed to focus. They had nine days to get to Eboracum and the rest of the journey was going to be through the dense forests many legionaries had come to dread. Some of the Iceni had called it the Moon Garden. From what Cato could gather, they would be venturing through a land that had been the source of many folktales.

“I heard we are to march through the land of spirits and faeries.” Cato heard one soldier mutter as they staggered out into the plaza.