XIX
Mors et Dea
‘Death and the Goddess’
The principia of the Dragon’s Lair was quiet but for the hissing of torches in the cool Caledonian night air. A full moon lit the courtyard where two loaded wagons waited for the departure of the Dragon and his family the following day.
The base was secured for the night, the troops on night watch posted at intervals along the walls and streets of the base. Though the Caledonii had taken the Sacramentum, sworn to the treaty, Lucius, Dagon, and Brencis had thought it best to keep peace-time complacency at bay. The chaos of war with the Caledonii was still too fresh for all of them.
The men of sixth legion who were posted to the Dragon’s Lair were inclined to agree.
Einion paced the courtyard in the silver light, wondering where the Gods would le
