“Not the same Sior who came to your rescue,” asked Mariot? 

“The one,” replied Hedy with a laugh, and Mariot responded with a knowing glance to her dear friend and mentor.  Hedy‘s eyes widened in a quick acknowledgement of some secret scandal that was not for the ears of younger ones.

“Alright, tribe.  Time for dreams and slumber,” said Hedy, noticing a stifled yawn from her daughter Winnie.  Without protest the four teens rose from the segments of Rome upon which they sat, slices of a column felled long before in the Battle of the DalRiada Caibre and Priscus.  Winnie slept in the fortified building where most of the women and children had been housed during the weeks the Mercian army camped at Chester.  The boys stayed in the tents that lined...

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