Gaius held back the bile that had risen in his mouth as his hand gripped a legionary’s rib cage. Then an officer’s pelvis, though they were invisible to him in the dark. Death had no regard for rank, all men being dust in the end, especially if they were kept from the Light. Gaius wondered what they would find at the end of this.
“Wait!” Calgacus hissed. They had reached the edge of a vast field from the faint silhouette of the treeline in the distance. “Look,” he said and pointed to the centre.
Torches burned around the edges of what looked to be a square enclosure.
“It’s a marching camp,” Gaius squinted. “Varus must have ordered one built as they went.”
“As they ran, you mean,” Tertius said, taking in the poor defences and crookedness of the ramparts.
“If lykoi were chasing you, yo
