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  1. When The Eagle Hunts
  2. When The Eagle Hunts
  3. When The Eagle Hunts
  4. Chapter One
  5. When The Eagle Hunts
  6. Chapter Two
  7. When The Eagle Hunts
  8. Chapter Three
  9. When The Eagle Hunts
  10. Chapter Four
  11. When The Eagle Hunts
  12. Chapter Five
  13. When The Eagle Hunts
  14. Chapter Six
  15. When The Eagle Hunts
  16. Chapter Seven
  17. When The Eagle Hunts
  18. Chapter Eight
  19. When The Eagle Hunts
  20. Chapter Nine
  21. When The Eagle Hunts
  22. Chapter Ten
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  24. Chapter Eleven
  25. When The Eagle Hunts
  26. Chapter Twelve
  27. When The Eagle Hunts
  28. Chapter Thirteen
  29. When The Eagle Hunts
  30. Chapter Fourteen
  31. When The Eagle Hunts
  32. Chapter Fifteen
  33. When The Eagle Hunts
  34. Chapter Sixteen
  35. When The Eagle Hunts
  36. Chapter Seventeen
  37. When The Eagle Hunts
  38. Chapter Eighteen
  39. When The Eagle Hunts
  40. Chapter Nineteen
  41. When The Eagle Hunts
  42. Chapter Twenty
  43. When The Eagle Hunts
  44. Chapter Twenty-One
  45. When The Eagle Hunts
  46. Chapter Twenty-Two
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  48. Chapter Twenty-Three
  49. When The Eagle Hunts
  50. Chapter Twenty-Four
  51. When The Eagle Hunts
  52. Chapter Twenty-Five
  53. When The Eagle Hunts
  54. Chapter Twenty-Six
  55. When The Eagle Hunts
  56. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  57. When The Eagle Hunts
  58. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  59. When The Eagle Hunts
  60. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  61. When The Eagle Hunts
  62. Chapter Thirty
  63. When The Eagle Hunts
  64. Chapter Thirty-One
  65. When The Eagle Hunts
  66. Chapter Thirty-Two
  67. When The Eagle Hunts
  68. Chapter Thirty-Three
  69. When The Eagle Hunts
  70. Chapter Thirty-Four
  71. When The Eagle Hunts
  72. Chapter Thirty-Five

He paused, and then threw himself down, and Cato did likewise, eyes and ears straining. Then Cato saw them: two men, silhouetted against the starry sky, patrolling along the top of the first rampart. Their conversation carried down the slope and the light-hearted tone suggested they were not being as diligent in their duties as they should. Clearly, the harsh discipline of sentry duty in the legions did not apply here. When the patrol had passed by, they rose from the ground and began scrambling up the grassy slope of the rampart. The gradient was severe and Cato was soon panting with the exertion of the climb, wondering how much harder this would be in full armour and with a full equipment load should the Second Legion launch an attack on the hill fort.

They reached the top of the rampart and dropped flat again. Now that he was actually on the defences, Cato was even more in awe of their scale. A narrow track ran along the first rampart, stretching out on either side as far as he could see in the moonlight. On the other side, the ground fell away steeply to form a deep trench, before rising up again to the second rampart. At the bottom of the trench there was a strange cross-hatching pattern which Cato could not quite make out. Then he realised what it was. A band of sharpened stakes, set into the ground at different angles lay in wait to impale any attacker who made it this far. No doubt the trench between the second and third ramparts contained more of the same wicked points.

‘Go!’ Prasutagus whispered.

Crouching low, they crossed the patrol path and half ran, half slid down the other side of the rampart, taking care to slow their descent as they neared the sharp points at the bottom. The stakes had been cleverly arranged, so that a man who managed to negotiate one stake would find himself immediately facing the point of another. Any attempt by a group to rash through would result in a bloodbath, and Cato prayed that Vespasian had the sense not to attempt a direct assault. If he survived this night it was vital that he warn the legate of the dangers that faced his legionaries.