EpilogueOne winter, many years later, Demosthenes found himself rowing towards the town on an icy river. The valley was deep in fog and he would not have chosen to leave the comfort of Aulus’ villa that morning if he had not been driven by a strange impulse.
He could scarcely see the banks on either side. Ghostly branches, dark, twisted and bare, reached out through the miasma as though to catch him as he passed. Several times he thought to turn back, but the same compulsion that had set him on his journey drove him on.
His mind drifted comfortably — sometimes remembering his early years in Athens, sometimes remembering his arrival in Aquae Sulis and all the events of that first summer and since.
Lucius and Ethne had married not long after their return from Glastonia and now had three c
