Chapter 38
Cate felt the quiet desperation in the air as they made their way to the Chieftain. She felt it from the trees, from the animals, and from the birds taking flight. The air filled with bad energy; like the kind one feels just before lightning strikes or the earth trembles. The world knew what was coming and felt sad for it.
"Can you feel it?" Cate whispered when her horse sidled up to Maeve's.
"Aye. It is thick and pervasive. There is so very little time. The land is preparing to drink in the blood that will be spilt from here to the coast."
"They mean to take the whole of the island."
Maeve nodded. "The Romans have always believed in conquests and expansion. We are merely another bauble for Rome's collection."
"What of Eire? Shall they conquer that as well?"
Maeve shook her head. "I have seen nothing of a Roman invasion of the islands to the west, but that does not mean it is not so. And you? Have you seen anything?"