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CHAPTER 1 – A KNIFE FOR A HARE
CHAPTER 2 – SHALL IT BE WAR?
CHAPTER 3 – THE MAN UNDER THE TREES!
CHAPTER 4 – DEATH LOOKS IN THE DITCH!
CHAPTER 5 – HA! AMONG THE TRUMPETS!
CHAPTER 6 – THE BEASTS OF DOOM!
CHAPTER 7 – THE GOOD CENTURION
CHAPTER 1 – THE FIGHT BY THE RIVER
CHAPTER 2 – DEATH KNOWS NO FRIENDS!
CHAPTER 3 – THROUGH THE GATES AND OVER THE HILLS
CHAPTER 4 – AMONG THE VENETI
CHAPTER 5 – DEATH TO ALL ROMANS!
CHAPTER 6 – AFTER THE BATTLE
CHAPTER 7 – THE BEEHIVE HUT
CHAPTER 1 – WHO DARES PICK HERBS?
CHAPTER 2 – YOUNG WARRIOR ON A HORSE
CHAPTER 3 – PIRATES IN THE RIVER!
CHAPTER 4 – THE SILENCING OF MATH!
CHAPTER 1 – THE CAVE ON THE HILL
CHAPTER 2 – "CONSIDER YOURSELVES UNDER ARREST!"
CHAPTER 3 – ROMAN JUSTICE!
CHAPTER 4 – MATH COMES AGAIN
Epilogue—A.D. 51
PLACE NAMES IN THE STORY
LOCATIONS OF THE TRIBES MENTIONED
OTHER NAMES AND WORDS MENTIONED IN THE STORY
It was high summer and young Gwydion of the Belgae ran excitedly among the trees, his dog at his heels, hunting. Gwydion, who was almost thirteen, and a big boy for his age, was the only son of Caswallawn, a lord who rode at the right hand of Caratacus the king, so the boy's dress, even when hunting, was rich and colourful, as befitted his father's rank. A fine sight he made, as he ran among the oak and the hornbeam, on the green slopes above the city of Camulodunum. His long fair hair swept behind him in the afternoon breeze, and his heavy linen cloak, coloured red and blue and green to show which tribe he belonged to, swung out behind him, held to his shoulders by round bronze brooches with brightly enamelled centre-pieces. He wore a tunic of thin deerskin, supple and pliable, its edges sewn with silver thread; a broad red belt about his middle, and light, fawn doeskin shoes on his feet.
The dog which trotted behind him was of the greyhound type, but smaller and shaggier. He wore a narrow bronze collar round his neck, inscribed with Gwydion's tribal sign.
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Gwydion looked uncertain for a moment, and bit his lip, as though in deep thought. At last he half-turned from Math and said, "My father is responsible for you, both to the king and to the gods. But my father was not with us today and did not know what you were doing. He cannot be held responsible for something which he did not know about. So, I must be responsible, for I am my father's only son. Yes, I am responsible."
Math tried to dissuade him from this point of view, but Gwydion shook him off, almost roughly, and his face was stern.
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