IX
Samhain Terror
‘Samhain Fear’
With the departure of those three warriors - a husband and father, a lover, and a brother - it seemed that a shroud of grief had fallen over that ancient hillfort. Life went on as ever, smoke rising from the offerings made in the temple, the sound of hammering and sawing as Cradawg continued the building work on the baths on the eastern slopes, and the sound of clanging swords and neighing horses as the Sarmatians paraded and maintained their skills in anticipation of the inevitable call to arms somewhere in the empire, if not in Caledonia once more.
One week had passed since Lucius and the others departed for Dumnonia, and Adara took it upon herself to walk the perimeter of the fortress, armed, with either Barta or Briana by her side, as if she were ke
