“Welcome back to the land of the living Roman.” Raweg spat. “Good to see someone has some real fight in them. Too bad your friends didn’t make it.”
The giant man pointed towards the dead legionary across from Cato. His heart filled with dread. What did he mean?
“I am pleased you’re awake.” Raweg grinned, half bowing sarcastically. “Now you get to see the entire ritual.”
“What are you talking about?” Cato hisses through clenched teeth.
“So impatient.” Raweg laughs. The rest of the men join in.
Raweg walked back over towards Lingus. The Iceni men began to chant.
“Oh, I was worried you’d forgotten about me.” Lingus bellowed. His centurion’s voice carried over the din of booming tribesmen.
Cato couldn’t help but smile. This man stood in the face of certain death, at the hands of these savages, and didn’t even bat an eye.