The Silver Branch (The Roman Britain Trilogy)
Rosemary Sutcliff
Language: English
Pages: 208
ISBN: 0312644310
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Violence and unrest are sweeping through Roman Britain. Justin and Flavius find themselves caught up in the middle of it all when they discover a plot to overthrow the Emperor. In fear for their lives, they gather together a tattered band of men and lead them into the thick of battle, to defend the honor of Rome. But will they be in time to save the Emperor . . .
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that can only be taken alone?” The seaman shook his head. “Nay—but he said that it was one that he had kept for himself. Happen we should none of us have heard of it.” “I hope you’re right,” Flavius said. “I hope to the gods you’re right.” Almost as he spoke, something moved in the shadow of the dunes, and Justin’s heart gave a little lurch of relief. “Here he comes now!” And then, as the moving thing swayed out into the moonlight, stumbling in the soft, drifted sand, they saw that it was not
silence. Only the faint whisper of the rain and the distant night-time sounds of the city. The noise of the hunt had quite died away. Flavius let the thin papyrus roll up on itself, very gently. Justin was staring at the flame of the lamp; a slender, spear-shaped flame, blue at the heart, exquisite. There was a small aching lump in his throat, and somewhere below it, a small aching joy. “So he d-did believe us,” he said at last. “He knew, all the time.” “A great man, our little Emperor,”
will wonder and care and be amazed, but now it seems to me that it is not the time to be discovering lost Eagles. Here is food—the hunt may rouse up again at any moment, it will be dawn in an hour, and after this disturbance the Fates alone know how soon Volumnia and the rest will be stirring—let you take it, and go.” Flavius did not seem to hear the last part of this speech. His head was up and his eyes suddenly blazing bright under the red fly-away brows. He held the battered thing against his
and thank you, sir,” Flavius said, saluting. They had turned to the opening of the tent when the Commander halted them again. “Oh, and Centurion Aquila, I have called a Council to meet here at noon. As men who know the country, and as—er—leaders of an allied force, I shall expect you both to attend.” “At noon, sir,” Flavius said. They found the Decurion in charge at the horse-lines, showed him the Commander’s authorization, and duly took over the fine little part-arab cavalry mounts of the
slave and free, crowded into the basilica. The women and children, the old and the sick, huddled together around the feet of the columns, on the raised floor of the Tribunals at either end where in time of peace the Magistrates sat to deal justice, on the steps of the Council Chamber itself; while the men with their hastily snatched up weapons stood to the barred doors beyond which rose the wolf-pack yelling of the Saxon mercenaries. He saw huddled forms and strained white faces in the shadows;