“No. So that I can help save my fellow Dacians.”
Antonius looked at Sabinus and back at the priest. “What’s your name, priest?”
“Corax. Now hurry before more lykoi arrive.”
Before they could say anything else, the priest was out the door into the cold, blowing night, more howls approaching in the distance.
The snows were up then, shielding them to unfriendly eyes as they followed the priest from the temple to a square house not far away.
“This is our guest house, for pilgrims who have the courage to seek our gods,” Corax said as he shut the door. “It has been unoccupied for some time, save for myself. I use it for storage now, a place to hide the offerings I do receive.”
“Offerings from whom?” Antonius asked.
“From those among us still loyal to Zalmoxis and our other gods. They are
