“May the Gods bless him!” one of the men cried happily, setting off laughter among the others.
Flaccus looked once more at Lucius, and nodded. “Safe journey to you…seer.” Then, he went to the front of the wagon to speak to Dagon. “You may pass, and tell the lord Einion we are grateful for the wine!” He leaned in closer. “And have a care…Marcus Petronius… Word is that dragons have returned to this land. Dangerous creatures. More dangerous than any wyrm, unless you know how to speak to them.”
Dagon wanted to thank the man, to let him know that he was grateful for his secrecy. He longed to tell him that the Dragon of Rome was in the wagon, that he had been wronged. But he could say nothing. And it was a comfort to see the look in Flaccus’ eyes that told him he would say nothing either, to a
