Chapter 18
Gibbous MoonYet again, Boudicca felt strangely detached from the scene unfolding before her. She stood in her chariot, together with Lovernios and Maeve, and watched as Maeve did something that Boudicca never thought she’d see her usually timid and retiring daughter do.
‘Think not of us as Queen and Heir,’ screamed Maeve, letting the wind catch her speech and carry it to the furthest reaches of the horde. ‘But as Celtoi: ill used and maltreated by the Romani just as every one of you has been.
‘Look at their tiny numbers and compare it to our massive strength. Half of the Romani have fled, the other half lie cowering in their forts. This excuse for an army is all that remains between servitude and the eternal liberation of Britannia. They will never face the roar of our thousa
