Caransius: Mistress, there wasn't any road. There were only soldiers. As far as my eyes could see, bright helmets and brown faces and flashing shoulder plates bobbing up and down between the trees and a smother of dust until my head whirled.
Bran and Both Attendants: Oh!
Gleva: But which way did they go?
Caransius: I lost my dog, too--the brute. He ran from me and joined the marching men. I dared not call to him.
Bran: Yes, that is the way of dogs.
Gleva: Did they go north towards the Wall? (She shakes him.)
Caransius (who has been blowing on the fire, now sits up comfortably and smiles upon Gleva, who is tortured with impatience): God bless you, mistress, there isn't any Wall. I know about the Romans; I know! I fought at Verulanium. Now!
[Gleva turns away in despair of getting any sense out of him. A trumpet sounds on the top of Bignor Hill, faintly. All turn swiftly towards it.]
Gleva: Ready!
[A sound of armed men moving, a clash of shields is heard from the top of Bignor Hill.]