Chapter 47
Getting to the Isle of Mona took less time than they thought because the Chieftain had given them his swifter horses, and because Druid magic was, after all, magic. Once they were back in Fennel, they collected all the remaining Druids and headed desperately for the coast.
"He ought to have followed us," Lachlan argued. He had done everything but beg the Chieftain to turn his troops toward the coast, but the Chieftain had other plans. He did not wish to fight on the water, choosing, instead, to come at the Romans from behind.
"I do not think he believed the whole notion of flat bottom boats," Cate said.
Maeve nodded. "Just the thought of a boat having a flat bottom was too foreign to him, but he is surely not to blame. It is as strange to him as the idea of man in flight."
"In all the years, we have never led him astray. He should have believed us. He should have faith." Lachlan shook his head angrily and pounded his fist into his palm.