Cato stared at Eithne. He couldn’t move. She had just told him to kill the man who raised him. Sure, he’d not told him everything about his father but there were other things he’d done such as helping Cato to make a name for himself in the army…to honour his father.
“He used you,” Skoll chided once more. “He trained you to fight your own people. The actual people who honour your father’s name.”
Cato’s head felt like it was going to split open. A painful whiteness flashed behind his eyes. The world began to spin. Suddenly he felt hands grab his arms and steady him.
“Easy there Roman,” Eithne’s soft voice drifted across the flashes of pain. “Let’s get you back to Boudicca. There is much to discuss.”
Her voice was soft and distant. Almost as if he was hearing her underwater. Another voice began to mumble behind him. Eithne responded to the voice, but Cato couldn’t make out what they were saying.