In first century Spain, a young noblewoman is fleeing a corrupt Druidic priesthood. Aided by a Briton, a deserter from Rome, she must cross the northern provinces if she hopes to survive.
Hispania Tarraconensis, October, AD82.
Marella struggled against her bonds. If they meant to send her to the underworld, she would at least do her best to send his name ahead of her. “I’ve done nothing wrong,” she screamed again, fighting to keep her legs from folding. “Leucetius has to answer for this.”
Even through her desperation his name dragged up bile. It burned against the tight choke of plaited ropes where useless screams had scraped her throat raw. Terror froze her naked flesh, numbing her to all but the desperate need to breathe.
Staggering, slithering down over pebbles and shale, she f...