Boudicca was livid. ‘What a ridiculous thing to say! This isn’t true, is it, Grania?’ ‘No, mama, it wasn’t me. I swear. I nearly had him, I was sneaking up on him to take him alive.’ Grania’s voice was muffled where she refused to turn her face away from Boudicca’s breast. ‘See. If Grania says it wasn’t her, then it wasn’t her. I won’t hear another word of this stupid accusation.’ ‘Grania?’ Lovernios’ tone was gentle but firm; it would accept no nonsense. ‘What did he look like?’ She sniffled. ‘I don’t know,’ she pleaded. ‘I only saw his back. He was big, broad shouldered, dark, hairy... Leave me alone, it wasn’t me, it really wasn’t me.’ Lovernios and Sucellus exchanged glances. ‘I know what I saw,’ Sucellus finally stated. ‘And I know what I saw, and now I’ve heard what my daughter

