VIII
Illaqueatus Anguis
‘To Trap a Dragon’
It was a moment to be branded onto the memories of every person there.
After years of pain, desolation, and disease, the rightful ruler of Dumnonia was about to sit upon his ancestral throne. There was no thought of the Romans to the East, beyond the moorlands, not even in Lucius’ mind. Among the corpses of the slain, people only looked to Einion, son of Cunnomore.
So much blood…and time, Gwendolyn thought. It has been worth it…for this.
She, Lucius, Dagon and all the others forgot momentarily about all the death, the losses that night, and watched as Einion placed his bloody hands upon the smooth, stone arms of the throne, and began to ease himself down.
But he could not.
Einion tried to sit, to force himself down, but something unseen pr
