CHAPTER 13
The fields outside Camulodunum, at last. George kept his family and Rhian together as Gwyn, Edern, and Ceridwen directed the organization of the train of goods and attendants. The King’s Guards in their red and white colors were much in evidence, checking the identities of any who emerged from the three ways clustered here and keeping order in the lines of people and wagons waiting to depart again. There were several other ways within range, George determined, and at least half were hidden.
Unlike the informality of their visit to Edern, where they sent their baggage on ahead, the entrance into the city would be done with all ceremony, with Gwyn at the head of his people.
Rhian laughed at Maelgwn’s attempts to see everything at once. “You look like an owl. Your head is going
