Chapter 13-2
‘Madam, I’ll come with you, then you can be certain your chariot will be available for your return.’ The young man seemed so earnest, bare to the waist with tattoos swirled over his shoulders and the first shadow of a warrior’s moustaches, that she agreed, proffering her hand in a champion’s embrace. He was the same charioteer who’d accompanied Grania earlier, a young nobleman named Laeg, and she knew she could trust him. Apart from anything else he reminded her of Prasutagus, back when he’d been very young and before the Romani had insisted she take a consort. Quickly she tidied the memories away. Those days were long gone and the present was too busy to spend energy reliving the past. This driver was not Prasutagus. Prasutagus was dead, even though she still saw his eyes and expression
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