Boudicca turned away, intending to follow the rough outline of the camp limits south and west back to Sucellus and Lovernios. As she did so, she heard a strange, almost inhuman cry coming from the town. She was puzzled by the sound — intrigued too — and very aware that it was most likely to be something to do with Grania. She set off in its general direction, reassuring herself it could just as likely be some sort of night-bird or some pet of the Romani, mistreated like the dormice had been. Perhaps it was one of the incredible monsters the Romani brought to Britannia just to be killed by their slave soldiers in their amphitheatres. Who knew how many cellars there might still be in Londinium or what might lurk, trapped by fallen debris, within? She loosened her sword in her belt, and felt

