Boudica: Dreaming The Bull: Boudica 2

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In AD 60, Boudica, war leader of the Eceni, led her people in a final bloody revolt against the occupying armies of Rome - the culmination of nearly twenty years of resistance against an occupying force that sought to crush the vibrant native civilization of our island home ...Dreaming The Bull continues the story of Breaca - now hailed Boudica, the Bringer of Victory, and her half-brother, Ban, now an officer in the Roman auxiliary cavalry. Each stands on the opposing side in a brutal war of attrition between the occupying army and the defeated tribes, each is determined to see the other dead. Caught between them are two children, son and daughter to two of the greatest warriors their world has ever seen. While in distant Rome, the Emperor Claudius holds the balance of lives in their hands. This is a heart-stopping story of war and of peace; of love, passion and betrayal; of druids and gods in a world where each life is sacred but each death even more so ...

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About the Author:

Manda Scott is a veterinary surgeon, writer and climber. Born and educated in Scotland, she now lives in Suffolk with two lurchers and too many cats. She began her literary career as a crime writer - her debut, Hen's Teeth, was shortlisted for the Orange Prize and The Times proclaimed her 'one of Britain's most important crime writers'. DREAMING THE EAGLE, the first book in the Boudica series, is also available by Bantam Books and the third boo, DREAMING THE HOUND, by Bantam Press.

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PROLOGUE


He had been branded once before, long ago, when his name was not Julius Valerius. Then Ben had fought the men who held him down, and it had been done badly so that the wound had festered and he had nearly died. Now, kneeling tied and blindfolded in the claustrophobic dark of a wine cellar, beneath a house that was less than three years old and with the snuffed wicks of the candles sending rank smoke into the dark, he yearned for the touch of the iron. When the masked centurion wiped the wine down the line of his breastbone and pressed his thumb in the centre to mark the spot, he leaned forward to meet the pain.

He had forgotten how bad it would be. The shock was blinding. Fire, and something worse than fire, wrapped his heart, closing tight, like a fist. It wrenched at his breath in a way that wounds taken in battle had never done. He forced himself to silence but need not have done; the noise of one man was lost in the echoing chant of forty male voices. The stench of burned flesh drowned in a flood of sweet smoke as someone threw a fistful of incense onto the brazier.

Later he wondered at the expense of that: frankincense cost more than its own weight in gold. At the time, he only knew that, however briefly, the pain of the fire consumed the other, greater pain of his soul, and it was for this that he had come to the god. As to a lake on a hot day, he threw himself into it, riding the heat that spread from his chest until it drew him out of himself and he watched his body from a place apart, one with the fire and yet separate. At its height, when the bearable became unbearable, someone standing behind stripped the blindfold from his eyes and cut the cords at his wrists, and someone else lit the seven lamps before the sun-disc so that, in deepest darkness and blinding pain, the god's light offered solace.

He would have liked to accept the offer, to fall into the waiting, welcoming arms of the deity, to know peace and certain salvation. The men branded on either side of him did exactly that. From his left, he felt the shudder of flesh that matched exactly the moment of surrender when a horse first accepts the bridle. From his right, he heard a whimpered exhalation, as of a man at the climax of love. For these and the others beyond them, divine joy engulfed all pain, erasing its threat for ever.

It was what he had been promised and what he had craved. In an agony that was more of the heart than the body, he cried aloud in the void of his soul for the voice of the god: he was not answered. Too soon the iron was gone, leaving only the ache of scorched flesh and a curl of smoke that rose to join the taint of those who had been branded with him.

The centurion stepped back, swinging the reddening iron. The double curve of the raven blurred and steadied and lit the space between them. Hidden eyes regarded Valerius from behind the god's mask.

"Know now that you are my sons under the Sun, the last for whom I will be Father and special for ever because of it. I will leave this province soon, with the governor, traveling with him to Rome to accept such postings as the emperor chooses to bestow. I will be a centurion of the second cohort of the Praetorian Guard. Should you come to Rome, make yourselves known to me. The new governor will arrive with next month's first auspicious tide. With him will come new officers to replace those who are leaving and new recruits to replace those we have lost. Meantime the welfare of this province, the honour of our emperor and of the legions, is in your hands and those of your brothers under the god.

"You are his now, first and foremost. Before the legions, before all other gods, you belong to Mithras to death and beyond. He is a just god; ask and he will give you strength; weaken and he will destroy you. By the brand will you know and care for one another, and if the god grant that we meet again, I will know you by it also."

They were seven in the row, naked as infants, newly marked and newly named. Not one spoke. On the far side of the room, a man's voice set up the chant of the newborn. It was joined by others and others and, last, by the new initiates until the full weight of forty-nine voices surged onto the walls and fell inwards, deafeningly. As the sound faded, a single lamp was lit beneath the image of the god. The centurion turned and saluted. Behind him the others did likewise. From his place above the candle on the northern wall, smiling Mithras, capped and caped, caught his bull and drew his blade along its throat.

I
Autumn—Winter A.D. 47


CHAPTER 1


Only the children sleep on the night before battle and sometimes not even them. On the night before the Roman governor of Britannia took ship and left for ever the land he had conquered, two thousand warriors and half as many dreamers gathered awake on a hillside, less than a morning's ride from the most westerly of the frontier forts. Singly and in groups, as their gods and their courage dictated, they prepared themselves for war on a scale not seen since the legions' invasion four years before.

Breaca nic Graine, once of the Eceni and now of Mona, sat alone at the edge of a mountain pool. She breathed on a pebble cupped in the palm of her hand and sent it skipping over the water.

"For luck."

The stone bounced five times, shattering the moon's reflection. Shards of broken light scattered into darkness and were lost. The river ran on unheard, the music of its passing drowned beneath the stutter of bear claws played on hollow skulls nearby. The light of a thousand restless campfires gilded the water's edge, and smoke hazed the air above it. Only by the river was there solitude and darkness and the peace to ask favours of the gods.

"For courage."

The second pebble clipped the edge of the moon and was lost. On the unseen slopes behind, the skull drums reached a crescendo. A woman's voice called to the gods in the language of the northern ancestors. Other voices answered, grunting, and the un-rhythm of the drums changed. It was not good to listen too closely to that; over the years, more than one soul had been lost in the mesh of woven bone-sounds and had never found its way home.

"For Briga's care in battle."

The third stone, more accurate than those before it, bounced nine times and sank into the moon's heart, carrying the prayer directly to the gods without the intermediary of the river. If a warrior wanted to believe in omens, it was a good one. Breaca, known as the Boudica, sat as the moon settled again and was whole, a crisp half-circle of silver lying still on a bed of moving black.

Stooping, she picked up a fourth stone. It was wider and flatter than the others and bounced smoothly on her palm. She breathed a different prayer into it, one for which tradition did not supply the words.

"For Caradoc and for Cunomar, for their joy and their peace if I am taken in battle. Briga, mother of war, of childbirth, and of dying, take care of them for me."

It was not a new prayer; in the three and a half years since her son was born, she had spoken it countless times in the silence of her mind in those moments before the first clash of combat when everything and everyone she loved must be put aside and forgotten. Breaca had learned early that a warrior who wished to live rode into battle with an empty mind lest the distraction of a rising memory should slow her sword arm or the lift of her shield. The difference now, in the rushing dark by the river, with the chaos of preparation held temporarily at bay, was that she had spoken for the first time aloud and had felt the prayer clearly heard. She was beside water, which was Nemain's, and on the eve of battle, which was Briga's, and the gods were alive and walking on the mountainside, called in by the scores of dreamers whose ceremonies lit the night sky.

After nearly four years of despair, she could feel the promise of freedom just within reach if only bone and blood and sinew could be pushed hard enough and far enough to make it happen. With the gods' help, she believed it could.

Knowing a hope greater than any she had felt since the invasion, the Boudica drew back her arm to throw her stone.

"Mama?"

"Cunomar!" She turned too fast. The pebble skittered over the water and was lost. A child stood on the river bank above her, tousled from sleep and stumbling uncertainly in the dark.

She reached up and lifted her son by the waist, bringing him down to the water's edge where he could stand safely. He was the living scion of her heart, her beacon in the dark, the one source of life that had pushed her to fight at the times when all hope seemed pointless. It hurt even to have him this close to battle. Holding him tight, she could feel the trip of his pulse. She kissed the top of his head and said, "My warrior, you should be sleeping, why are you not?"

Blearily, he rubbed a small fist in his eye. "The drums woke me. Ardacos is calling the she-bears to help him. He's going to fight the Romans. Can I watch the ceremony?"

Cunomar was not quite four years old and had only recently begun to grasp the enormity of war. Ardacos was his latest hero, second only to his father and mother in the pantheon of his gods. The small, savage Caledonian was the stuff of childhood idolatry. Ardacos led the band of warriors dedicated to the she-bear; they fought always on foot and largely naked and surpassed all others in the stalking and hunting of the enemy by night. The skull-drums were his, and the chanting that accompanied them.

Breaca smoothed a hand through the silk of her son's hair. She said, "We're all going to fight the Romans, but no, I think the ceremony is sacred and not for our eyes unless they call us in. When you are older, if the she-bear so grants, you can join with Ardacos in his ceremonies."

The boy's face flushed in the fire-glow, suddenly awake. "The she-bear will...

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