Chapter 34Lavinia swallowed the last mouthful of oats and passed the bowl to one of the camp slaves. It was good to eat porridge before a battle, or so her dad had taught her. Light enough that it wouldn’t make you sick, but it would still fill your belly. Some men preferred skewers of roast pork. Fitting enough if you intended breakfast to be your last meal, she supposed, though a waste of good meat. She would save her feasting for their hour of victory, but did accept a swig of wine when someone passed her the skin. Just one swallow though. Perfect to fire the body and loosen the limbs. Perfect to distract her from the memory of those two dead boys.
Warriors stood around the cook fires, eating and trying to warm themselves. They were filled with coiled energy, talking and laughing too l
