“I’m sure of it. Ala III Britannorum is an important outfit.”
“Then maybe we shouldn’t go too far.”
“I was hoping for Athenae,” Adara said longingly. “I’ve been dreaming of it – of swimming in the sea, feeling the sun on my face… I’d like to see my sisters and my parents. It’s been so long…”
“Too long,” Lucius agreed. “I wonder if Etruria is too far away also.”
“Maybe,” Alerio said. “Especially if you’re right about the Caledonii.” He turned to Adara. “Didn’t your father give you both some land in Britannia?”
“Yes. In the South,” she said.
Lucius got up and went to a chest of scrolls where he extracted a map attached to a deed of land. “Here it is.” He unrolled the map on the table, placing empty dishes and the wine pitcher on the corners. “It’s an old hill fort of the Durotriges tri
