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CULAIN LACH FERAGH Warrior of the Mist, also known as the Lord of the Lance. Master of weaponry.
ELDARED Brigante King and Lord of Deicester Castle. Betrayed his brother Cascioc twenty years
before to help Aurelius gain the throne.
GWALCHMAI King's retainer. Cantii tribesman
GOROIEN The Witch Queen, immortal and ruthless
HENGIST Saxon king, father to Horsa, the warlord
KORRIN ROGEUR Woodsman of Pinrae. Brother to Pallin
LAITHA Ward of Culain
LUCIUS AQUILA General of the Romano-British forces
MAEDHLYN Lord Enchanter to Aurelius MORET Son of Eldared
PALLIN Half-man, half-bear, tortured by the Witch Queen
PRASAMACCUS Brigante tribesman
SEVERINUS ALBINUS Roman legate of the Ninth Legion
THURO Son of High King Aurelius Maximus and the Mist Maiden, Alaida
VICTORINUS King's retainer and First Centurion
ROMAN NAMES OF BRITISH SETTLEMENTS
ANDERITA - Pevensey
LINDUM - Lincoln
CALCARJA - Tadcaster
LONDINIUM - London
CAMULODUNUM - Colchester
LONGOV1CIUM - Lancaster
PINNATA CASTRA тАУ Inchtuthill
CATARACTONIUM - Catterick
SKITIS ISLAND - Isle of Skye
DUBRIS - Dover
VENTA - Winchester
DUROBRIVAE тАУ Rochester
VINDOLANDA - Chesterholm
EBORACUM тАУ York


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LAGENTIUM тАУ Castleford
VINDOMARA - Ebchester

CHAPTER ONE
The boy stared idly at the cold grey walls and wondered if the castle dungeons could be any more
inhospitable "than this chill turret room, with its single window staring like an eye into the
teeth of the north wind. True there was a fire glowing in the hearth, but it might as well have
been one of Maedhlyn's illusions for all the warmth it supplied. The great grey slabs sucked the
heat from the blaze, giving nothing in return save a ghostly reflection that mocked the flames.
Thuro sat on the bed and wrapped his father's white bearskin cloak about his own slender
shoulders.
'What a foul place,' he said, closing his eyes and pushing the turret room from his mind. He
thought of his father's villa in Eboracum, and of the horse meadows beyond the white walls where
mighty Cephon wintered with his mares. But most of all he pictured his own room, cosy and snug
away from the bitter winter winds and filled with the love of his young life: his books, his