VI
Agni inter Luporum
‘Lambs among Wolves’
It was raining again. For weeks it had poured, and the only place one could avoid being splashed with filth was indoors, or in the private garden of the peristylium.
Adara Metella sat beneath the covered arcade looking out at the garden. She inhaled the ever-so-slight fragrance of sage and thyme where they grew in the muddy border of the garden, six feet away.
Her thick blue, woollen cloak was wrapped tightly about her, as it had been from the day she and the children had arrived in Britannia weeks before. She had known Britannia would be colder than Rome, of course, but not so wet, with a dampness that seemed to seep into every part of one’s bones.
At least they don’t seem bothered, she thought as she looked at Phoebus and Calliope playing
