Gleva (holds up her hand): Listen!
[A pause. The sound of marching is heard quite clearly, but at a distance.]
Bran: It does not stop, Princess.
Gleva: All yesterday, all through last night, all through this long day! Listen to it, steady as a heart beating, steady and terrible. (She speaks with great discouragement, moving apart, L., and sitting on tree bole.)
Caransius (lighting fire): I crept to the edge of the forest to-day. I lay very quiet behind the bushes and looked out across the clearing to the road.
Gleva: You!
[A general exclamation of astonishment.]
Caransius: Oh, it's not easy to frighten me, I can tell you. I fought at Verulanium with the Iceni. I know. I carried a sling. (He nods majestically at his companions.) And there you have it.
Gleva: Yes, yes, good friend. But which way did the soldiers march? What of the road?
[She goes over to him.]