The Vortigern looked around his High Council. Each and every one of them started back at their leader, not daring to say a word. Agricola stroked his beard; Pelagius fiddled with his cross; Constantius adjusted the snake amulet on his forearm. The others cleared their throats or adjusted their over garments.

‘So, what now, my Lord?’

Only Hengest dared speak.

The Vortigern looked long and hard at his Saxon foederatus.

‘We continue as before, as we planned. There is no need to change our strategy – no need at all’.

Hengest raised an eyebrow, less than convinced.

‘You may be sceptical: Hengest, Pelagius, Constantius – even you Agricola – but believe me, the war is about to turn in our favour’.

‘We...

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