The eagles of Rome had come to toss the young of others from the nest, and taken it for themselves.
As Lucius walked along the top of the grassy embankments, he remembered thinking that the hillfort must once have been the fortress of kings, and he felt a hint of guilt that it had been turned into a simple Roman supply station upon which no Britons were permitted, unless they were army personnel.
It was now his family’s home, a wedding gift from Adara’s parents who had never even seen the place, and who had acquired it in a business deal of some sort.
“Is that our new home, Baba?” Phoebus had asked as they all stood upon the road gazing up at the titanic, grassy mound.
“Yes, I believe it is,” Lucius had said to his son.
“I’ve heard of this place,” Einion said on the horse beside Luciu
