“Is this madness? Are we to go in among the Romans and just hope for the best? When they see us, they’ll clap us in irons.”
“I’ve never known you to run from an adventure, Brother.”
“We have a debt to pay to that old bastard, Caradoc.” Einion threw the blanket into a corner and reached for the sword that had been his father’s where it hung on the wall.
“We have many debts to pay,” Briana said to him. “But the Gods led us to Ynis Wytrin for a reason - perhaps to heal, to grow in strength, perhaps even to help this dragon… Surely you see that?”
“I do,” he conceded. “I just feel that by going north, we’ll never be able to avenge our family’s dead.”
“Trust in the Gods, Einion. Trust that they direct us to a higher purpose.”
“Which gods are you referring to? The Goddess? The spirits of oa
