The Romans and the Romans

i and tuallen, being conspicuous figures, they came galloping down at us. We on our lighter steeds should have got away from them like starlings from a prowling sheep dog. But treachery was in the black heart of that high priest at my elbow,. I heard that villain laugh as he turned for a moment to look back, and then he vanished into the screen of leaves. The next wave rolled in to my feet a lifeless body lapped in a shroud of crimson foam. Briton was lost.