To the right of the road, the terrain was flatter and they could see the first rooftops among the hovering smoke of hearth fires and trees. Flocks of goats dotted the road and pathways up the mountain, and high above, an eagle soared toward its eyrie overlooking the village and neighbouring sanctuary.
“How do we find them?” Phoebus asked, now sitting on the bench beside Lucius.
“I’ll have to ask someone,” Lucius said.
“We can’t use our name though,” Phoebus said, his hand again seeking the handle of his gladius.
“We will use our new name.”
“Let me ask that group of women over there,” Adara said, pointing to five women who sat talking in the sunshine beneath an olive tree. She slipped down from the back of the wagon and walked ahead.
Lucius noticed her gladius lying in the back of the
