‘In a little while, Trullius. I have not finished here.’ The drink was sour and unpleasant – clearly inferior to the vintage they’d offered me before. I put the goblet down. ‘There are some further questions I would like to ask your wife, since it seems you are not willing to tell me everything yourself.’ He was about to bluster, but I cut him off. ‘What is it about Paulinus that you don’t want me to hear?’ I made a guess – it wasn’t difficult. ‘This is something connected with the Druids, isn’t it?’ Priscilla put down her cup and took the tray from Trullius’s hand. ‘You tell him, husband, or I’ll do it myself. And don’t look at me like that. You were the one who insisted we should tell him everything, because he was sent here by Lavinia’s family. Well, from what he’s told us, this concerns Lavinia as well. You can’t go on supposing – now – that she simply ran away?’ He said nothing. ‘Oh, by all the gods! Audelia has been murdered and her hands and head cut off.
