It was in this state that matters stood when Eilan accompanied Lhiannon to the Beltane festival almost three years after she had been given to the temple.
ELEVEN
Gaius had not been in the Ordovici lands for almost two years when the third Beltane since he lost Eilan arrived. His father had not spoken again of the proposed marriage with the daughter of Licinius, but had seconded him to the Governor’s staff. He had spent the past two seasons marching across Alba with Agricola, engaged in what they fondly hoped was a pacification of the lowland tribes. Raiders like those who had killed Bendeigid’s family were bad enough but it was the still free tribes of the North who threatened the Empire’s hold on Britannia. For a serving officer of the Roman army, grief was an indulgence. Gaius did his duty, and if the sight of some girl’s bright hair and grave eyes set his old wounds to aching he took care not to weep where anyone could see.
He succeeded so well that when the campaign in Caledonia came to a temporary halt he was rewarded by being sent to escort a party of wounded men back to the Legion’s permanent quarters in Deva while the remainder of the Twentieth labored on a new fortress in the Caledonian highlands. So it was that he found himself in the South again, trotting down the road to the Hill of the Maidens with a centurion at his side and a detachment of regulars tramping along behind.
"We need a man we can trust to keep an eye on the festival, and you’re the only one available just now who can speak the language well enough to pass. You’ll have to face it sometime, lad,” his father had told him when he protested. "Best get it over with.” But not until Gaius saw the bare crown of the hillfort rising from the sea of forest and heard the lowing of the assembled cattle did he realize just how hard it would be. He reined in, staring, and the centurion barked an order to halt the men.
"Looks peaceful enough,” said the centurion. "Wherever you go, market fairs are pretty much the same. They can get ugly, though, when you mix religion in.” The soldier laughed. Gaius had already found that the man was a garrulous soul who required a minimum of response from his audience. "I spent my first three years with the Legions in Egypt. A god for every day of the week, they had, and each one with his own festival. Had some pretty messy riots sometimes when two processions collided in the center of town.”
"Oh?” Gaius asked politely, though he did not really care that much whether the man had served in Egypt or at the end of the world. This was the gate through which they had entered the festival grounds three years ago. He remembered how little Senara had jigged down the road ahead of them, laughing.
As before, he was wearing native clothing, for his assignment was to watch out for sedition at the festival, but that happy family with whom he had last come this way was no more. "What was Egypt like?” he said quickly, trying to wall the memory away.
"Oh, like everywhere else,” the centurion said and yawned. "Great temples and dreadfully rich kings, and equally great poverty in the marketplace. It was warm though,” he added and shivered. "I wouldn’t mind a little of their sun right now; it’s too cold and rainy here in Britannia.”
Gaius looked up at the overcast sky. The man was right; he had not noticed the weather before. That was one thing that was different anyway. He did not think he could have borne to see this place again on a day of bright sun.
"You don’t seem to mind it much, though,” the centurion added enviously. "You were born here, weren’t you? I’m from Etruria myself. Getting to be a rarity, these days, to find another native-born Latin in the Legions. I’ve served all over the Empire—Egypt, Hispania, Parthia. My cohort got cut to pieces in Parthia, and when they promoted me to centurion—probably because I was one of the few left alive—they sent me out here. If Apollo really discovered this country, I don’t admire his taste.”
"We’ll dismount here.” Gaius nerved himself up to it suddenly. "And leave a man with the horses. No room for them inside.”
They heard lowing behind them as another contingent of cattle was driven in. The centurion bawled a command to the soldiers to move aside, and he and Gaius stepped back.