“Beyond that her knowledge was very vague and mixed up with myths and improbable legends.
The stranger slowly shook his lion-like head. “These words sound strangely to me, save Gonar — and that one is not Gonar, though he too is old. What land is this?”
“Caledon, or Alba, as the Gaels call it.”
“And who are those squat ape-like warriors who watch us yonder, all agape?”
“They are the Picts who own my rule.”
“How strangely distorted folk are in dreams!” muttered the stranger. “And who are those shock-headed men about the chariots?”
“They are Britons — Cymry from south of the Wall.”
“What Wall?”
“The Wall built by Rome to keep the people of the heather out of Britain.”
“Britain?” the tone was curious. “I never heard of that land — and what is Rome?”
“What!” cried Bran. “You never h
