She was gone.
Lucius looked around and all he saw were the three horses, staring at him. He went to Lunaris first and the stallion leaned into him, his powerful neck on Lucius’ shoulder.
“We’re alive still,” he whispered before taking the reins of all three, and returning to his men.
Blood, and s**t, and offal polluted the field, and only now, after the fury of battle had run its course, did men bend over and puke as their senses returned to them.
Lucius found Dagon and Barta sitting on a boulder. “Are either of you wounded?”
It took a moment for the question to register, but Dagon finally looked up, his face cut, muddy, and scared.
“I…Anguis? Was that Epona riding with us? I thought I saw…” He shook his head “Am I mad?”
Lucius shook his head. “You’re not mad, my friend.”
Barta loo
