The ranks of both armies started to fidget and shuffle as uncertainty rippled across them. Was the enemy really the enemy? Was the force opposite responsible for this, or was it them? Boudica looked uncertain and pressed on.
“And who then set the Black Beast of the Fens on me at the races? Who killed my eldest and then planted the bomb that obliterated my youngest child?”
“It is my purpose to bring back the dead, not to increase their number,” the king replied, gravely.
“And what of your red-eyed assassin? I suppose he invited himself to your war?”
“I know nothing of the creature, only that it has ripped the throats from my people and fed their bodies to the offal pits.”
Judas felt the mood of the moment swinging in the balance. Holes in each of the leader’s arguments were growing; ne
