XXXVThe Cymry lit their fires at last in the wood of Caledonia. Although they were weary with their long ride north, they had caught something of their leader’s new assurance and lit their campfires confidently, as though they dared the Painted Ones to rush from behind their sheltering trees and attack them.
Artos sat in his hide tent with Bedwyr and a young lieutenant named Drostan, a relative of Marcus of Dumnonia. He was a foolishly gay youngster, who invented dreams which he said he had dreamt, just to cause amusement. As they sat burnishing their weapons, Drostan told them of a monster he had killed in his dreams. It was a massive pig; and inside this pig he had found a dog; and inside the dog, a cat; and inside the cat, a mouse; and inside the mouse a wheat-ear. And when Drostan had
