Now fire the torch. Give it me! (She springs on to the bank and waves it three times from side to side, steps down, and gives it back to an attendant, who puts it out.)
Caransius (continuing placidly): No, there's no Wall. There are a great many mistakes made about the Romans. They are no longer the men they were. I carried a sling at Verulanium, and there you have it. I'll tell you something. The soldiers were marching to Regnum.
Gleva: To Regnum? Are you sure?
Caransius: Yes. Up over the great Down they went. I saw their armour amongst the trees on the side of the hill, and the smoke of their marching on the round bare top.
Gleva: They were going to Regnum and the sea. (She speaks in despair.)
Third Attendant: I am afraid.
Gleva (turns on him scornfully): You! Why should you fear if they are marching to the sea?
Third Attendant: I have been afraid ever since yesterday. The noise of the marching scattered my wits.
[Gleva and the others laugh contemptuously.]
And because I was afraid--I killed. (A low cry of consternation bursts from Bran and Caransius.)