Then the soft growling of the old dog, which Marcus had not at first noticed, rose suddenly to a sing-song snarl, and was checked by a backward thrust of the hunter’s heel. ‘Well met, Demetrius of Alexandria.’ There was no time to waste in surprise and explanation. Marcus said quickly, ‘Guern, we need your help.’ ‘Aye, I know that well enough. You have brought away the Eagle, and the Epidaii are up after you,’ Guern said. ‘The word went by at sunset, and the Dumnonii and my own tribe at least will join spears with them.’ He came a step nearer. ‘What would you have me do?’ ‘We want food—and a false trail, if you can provide one.’ ‘Food is easily managed, but it is more than a false trail that you will need to get you in one piece to the Wall. Every pass to the south will be guarded by now, and there is but one way known to me that is likely to be left open.’ ‘Tell us how to find it.’ ‘Telling is not enough. It is a way that is death without a guide.
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