CHAPTER TWENTY
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was nothing that could be done now to help Gwyndoc. To expose their position, and that of their armed men, would be to invite an attack from the victory-crazed Romans.
Madoc turned and gave the order to move back down the hill, out of sight. He looked at the tribesman with whom he had the wager. “The Badger outlasted the first charge,” he said grimly. “My friend, I owe you a sword. Come for it this evening!”
As he led the troop away, he cursed himself for not watching Gwyndoc more closely. He should have seen that the man was going berserk. It was his duty to notice things like that, after all.
But it was doubtful whether he would have seen the madness coming on; it came so quickly. Gwyndoc didn’t even feel it coming himself.
All he knew was that suddenly he ha
