After many long weeks, the hours of daylight increased, and eventually the snow and ice began to melt. The villagers could stay outdoors for most of the day, and Brennus went for walks, often to the woods, to the place where he used to meet Cyprian. He’d wait, sitting in any patch of sunlight he could find while water from melting icicles dripped onto him. He’d be alert for Red Devils, wolves, and bears, who’d be hungry after the winter months; the reason he always took his spear with him.
Eight more sunrises passed before he saw Cyprian.
“I thought you’d be here,” said the solder as he stepped into the clearing.
“I’ve been coming here almost daily,” said Brennus, arising from the rock on which he’d been sitting.
They embraced, their lips coming together in a fever of built-up passion.
