When we reach the sea, the fishermen are gone and the village deserted. We search each house for food and clothing, gladly consuming what we find. Bassus sends our few servants into the forest to trap game. Miraculously, they return with rabbits and squirrels. We roast them on spits over an open fire, tearing the meat off before it’s fully cooked. Paulinus babbles about Jesus feeding five thousand people from one loaf of bread and two fish. But Jesus isn’t here.
I approach Bassus and say, “This won’t do. We can’t stay here—we’ll starve. The young princes fall ill already. King Edwin trusted you with our survival.”
“I’ve gotten us this far.”
“But we need to get to Kent. You yourself said Cadwallon is looking for us. It won’t be long before he knows we’re here. Please, Bassus, find a way. Get us on those boats.”
Bassus rubs his hand over his head. He has lice like the rest of us.
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