‘While we can, sir.’

‘Eh? What’s the matter, lad?’

‘These ladies are only here because they slipped away from a rather large male relative who is probably looking for them right now, and not in the best of moods.’

‘Not surprising on a night like this.’ Macro shrugged. ‘Still, we’re well out of it now. We’ve got a fire, drink and good company. What more could you ask for?’

‘A seat nearer the fire,’ replied Boudica.

‘Now then, let’s have a toast.’ The centurion raised his mug. ‘To us!’ Macro raised his mug to his lips and downed the wine in one go then slammed the mug back down. ‘Ahhhh! That hit the spot! Who’s for more?’

‘Just a moment.’ Boudica followed his lead and drained her cup.

Cato knew his limitations with respect to wine, and just shook his head.

‘Suit yourself, lad, but wine’s as good as a knock on the head for helping you forget your troubles.’

‘If you say so, sir.’

‘I do say so. Particularly if you have some bad news to break.’ Macro looked across the table at Boudica.

‘What news?’ she asked sharply.

‘The legion’s being sent south.’

‘When?’

‘Three days’ time.’

‘First I’ve heard of it,’ said Cato. ‘What’s up?’

‘I’d guess the general wants to use the Second Legion to cut Caratacus off from any escape route south of the Tamesis. The other three legions can clear up on the north side of the river.’

‘The Tamesis?’ Boudica frowned. ‘That’s a long way off. When is your legion coming back here?’

Macro was about to give some glib and reassuring answer when he saw the pained expression on Boudica’s face. He realised that honesty was the right course of action in this situation. Far better for Boudica to know the truth now than for her to resent him later.

‘I don’t know. Maybe a few more campaign seasons, maybe never. All depends on how long Caratacus continues to fight on. If we can crush him quickly then the province can be settled straightaway. As it is, the wily bastard keeps raiding through our supply lines, and all the while he’s trying to negotiate with other tribes to get them to join him in resisting us.’

‘You can hardly blame the man for fighting well.’

‘I can blame him for it if it keeps us apart.’ Macro reached for her hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze. ‘So let’s just hope he’s bright enough to realise he can never win. Then, once the province is settled, I’ll get some leave and come and find you.’