Pauline Gedge - The Eagle and the Raven

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Pauline Gedge - The Eagle and the Raven





    Pauline Gedge’s first historical novel, Child of the Morning , won the Alberta Search-for-a-New-Novelist Competition in 1975, and her second book, The Eagle and the Raven , received the

    Jean Boujassy Award from the Société des Gens des Lettres in 1978. The Twelfth Transforming ,

    the second of her three Egyptian novels, won the Writers Guild of Alberta Best Novel of the

    Year Award in 1984. Scroll of Saqqara , her third Egyptian novel, was a Canadian bestseller.Gedge is also the author of The Covenant , a Gothic mystery. Her most recent novel is House

     .of Dreams

This book is for Sylvie, who turned a little patch of garden into an estate, and cut the

flowers beautifully.




    Published by the Penguin Group

    Penguin Books Canada Ltd, 10 Alcorn Avenue, Toronto, Ontario, Canada M4V 3B2

    Penguin Books Ltd, 27 Wrights Lane, London W8 5TZ, England

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    First published by Macmillan Company of Canada, 1978

    Published in Penguin Books, 1996

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    Copyright ? Pauline Gedge, 1978

    All rights reserved

    Publisher’s note: This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidentseither are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and anyresemblance to actual persons living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    Manufactured in Canada

    Canadian Cataloguing in Publication Data

    Gedge, Pauline, 1945-

    The eagle and the raven

    ISBN 0-14-024948-6

    1. Rome –History – Empire, 30 B.C.-284 A.D. – Fiction.

    2. Great Britain – History – Roman period, 55 B.C.-449 A.D. – Fiction. I. Title.

    Except in the United States of America, this book is sold subject to the condition that itshall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out, or otherwise circulatedwithout the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in whichit is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on thesubsequent purchaser.



    Chapter One

    CARADOC pushed his way through the dense thicket of briars and found himself out in the open atlast, free of the forest’s somber shadows. With a sense of weak relief, he sheathed his sword,hugged his cloak more firmly about him, and squatted for a moment on the gentle slope of thebank, watching the sullen flow of the river as he recovered his breath and his bearings. For awhile he had believed himself lost and had thrashed about in the pathless halls, knowing fullwell the panic that seized him. For this was Samain, and even his father’s best warriors, menwho feared nothing and no one, were afraid on this day and were not ashamed. The sky had beengray all day, and now a bitter, driving wind had sprung up. It would bring rain, but helingered, unwilling to rise from the damp grass, yet anxious from the swift coming of night andfrom the trees at his back which spoke of dark secrets he could not understand. He shivered,but not from the cold, and, morose, he huddled deeper into his cloak, thinking of all theSamains he had seen come and go.

    His earliest memories were full of the same fear that had gripped him in the forest, of hisfather, Cunobelin, sitting like a great bulk of shadow, gazing into the fire, of Togodumnus hisbrother, and Gladys his sister, silent and uncomprehending, clinging together at his father’sfeet, while his mother lay on the bed and held him close, her arms stiff. The eerie autumn windwould whisper round the doorskins, and the fingers of night would rustle above in thethatching. They would sit thus through the dark, slow-moving hours, the children dozing andwaking again to see the fire burned low and Cunobelin leaning over to lay more wood upon it,and only when the pale, reluctant dawn crept shamefacedly into the room would any of them dareto speak. Later, after porridge and bread and a piece of honeycomb, they would gather in theGreat Hall, anxiously counting the chiefs and freemen as they straggled in, afraid to ask ifany had been taken, afraid to ask who had been spared. Then, in the late cold morning, thecattle slaughter would begin, and for days the reek of blood would hang over the town. Samain.How he hated it. Another night of terror, another day of killing, another year almost over.

    A sudden splash of color caught his eye and he turned. His brother had emerged from the treeswhere the path wound down to the riverbank. Togodumnus was not alone. Aricia walked beside him,her black hair streaming out behind her and the long folds of her tunic pressed tightly to herlithe body, her blue cloak and Tog’s crimson flapping against each other. They seemed to bearguing, and they stopped and faced one another, their voices rising vehemently, but they werestill too far away for Caradoc to catch any words. All at once they burst out laughing, andAricia’s hands, her long white fingers, fluttered in the fading light. The pale butterflies ofspring. For a moment Caradoc was dazzled by their flight, but soon he rose, and, at themovement, Togodumnus saw him, waved, and began to run down the path. Aricia caught at her cloakand vainly tried to wrap it around her as Caradoc slowly went to meet them.

    “We lost you!” Togodumnus shouted, coming up panting. “Did you make a kill?”

    “No. He bolted into a thicket, but by the time the dogs had found a way in, he had vanished.Where is my horse?”

    “Aricia tethered him and then we looked for you. She was angry because the gate will be closedsoon, and it looks as though the night will be stormy. She wanted to leave you to your fate.”He grinned. “She didn’t want to spend Samain Eve in the woods.”

    “You were the one who cast fearful glances over your shoulder, Tog, and I was the one who hadto lead Caradoc’s horse,” Aricia protested hotly. “I am afraid of nothing,” she said,smiling at Caradoc in mute complicity.

    It was late afternoon and the light was failing rapidly. In the north, the clouds billowedominously, piled one on top of the other by the force of the wind, and the three huntershurried toward the horses and mounted quickly. Togodumnus led the way, cantering easily besidethe water; Aricia swung into a gallop beside him, and Caradoc brought up the rear. Once thefirst gate was past, they would still have to go six miles, through straggling clusters ofhuts, beside farmsteads, skirting meadows. In an hour they would be drinking warm wine beside

their own fires, their feet to the friendly flames.

    Caradoc suddenly thundered past Aricia and motioned Togodumnus to rein in. “The dogs!” Heshouted, waving his arms furiously. “We forgot the dogs!”

    “You fool!” Togodumnus swore at him. “Where did they go after they lost the boar?”

    “They went charging off into the underbrush on some other scent. I whistled them and they cameand then I started back for the path. Why call me a fool? You two are the greater idiots fornot following when they were hot for a kill!”

    “You are both fools and idiots,” Aricia broke in, her voice betraying a verge of panic.“Cunobelin forbade you to take out the dogs because they are bound for Rome the day aftertomorrow. But what did that mean to you? Just another admonition to be ignored.” She gatheredup the reins and kneed her horse. “Well, you can go back into the woods and hunt for them, ifyou dare. I am cold and tired. I’m going.” She trotted past them and then picked up speed. Ina moment the dusk swallowed her and the young men were alone. They eyed one another, aware ofthe growing dimness and the unnameable things that waited in the trees beyond.

    “What shall we do?” Togodumnus said. “That vixen—it was her idea to hunt today and well sheknows it. Some night I shall catch her and tie her to a tree, let the Raven of Nightmares haveher.”

    “Hush,” Caradoc hissed. “She’ll hear you and She’ll come. We must get home. Tomorrow wecan tell father and take our punishment.”

    Togodumnus shook his head, but Caradoc had already started for the gate, and Togodumnusfollowed. The wind had risen to a shriek, clawing at their hair and their heels, and the horsessnorted and stretched into a wild gallop. When they reached the first gate, they fell off theirhorses and ran across the dyke, dragging the reins in their sweaty hands. As they tumbledheadlong toward the gate the gate-guard came running out, his torch held high.

    “I was not going to wait for you another moment, Lords,” he grumbled as he slammed the bigwooden gates closed behind their horses. “Such foolishness, to keep me sitting by a naked gateon this night of all nights!”

    The man’s sword was in his other hand. But what could a sword do against the demons of Samain?Caradoc wondered. “Has Aricia been through?” he asked. The man nodded. “And dogs? Have anydogs been through?”

    “Yes, indeed. A pack of them an hour ago, lathered up and worn out.”

    Togodumnus clapped his brother on the back. “There! The hounds have more sense than we! Thanksto you, freeman. Go back to your hearth.” The man sheathed his sword and turned away.

    “Now for bed,” Caradoc sighed as they mounted. “And not even a rabbit to show for a wastedday. Father will surely notice Brutus’s ripped ear.”

    “Of course he’ll notice, and he’ll take a heifer from each of us for the price of the hound.What ill luck!”

    “How could Samain Eve bring anything but bad luck? And just when my honor-price has been goingup.”

    “It’s a good thing that your honor-price depends on more than your cattle. What surety didSholto offer you for the loan of your two bulls?”

    “He has pledged himself and his kin to me. He is a good man to retain. I told him that if heoathed to me instead of to you I would give him one of the bulls and buy his wife a Romandrinking cup, of silver.”

    “Caradoc! No freeman’s loyalty is worth a whole bull! Besides, I offered him a bull and aheifer.”

    “Then why did he decide to oath to me?”

    “Because you never make your freemen do anything but count your precious cows! Oh, a curse,it’s beginning to rain. Perhaps it will turn to snow.”

    “Too early in the year,” Caradoc answered shortly, and they finished the ride in silence,their shoulders hunched into their cloaks, water dripping from their elbows and heels anddriving cold into their faces.

    The way was dark as they followed the rough, winding path across the little fields. Thepeasants would be huddling together in their hovels, the chiefs and freemen in their woodenhuts, and they passed no one. Occasionally they heard the restless lowing of cattle, brought infrom summer pastures and herded together within the wooden palisades, but even the wild animalshad gone to ground and it seemed to the two youths that they were the only living things lefton earth. Caradoc and Togodumnus plodded on, their horses’ hoofs falling quietly on thesodden, leaf-strewn path. Beside them, they could see Aricia’s track in the wet grass, thehorse’s prints already filling with black water, but soon the night was fully dark and theycould see nothing but the thin ribbon of road that wound slowly and hypnotically beneath them.Togodumnus began to sing quietly under his breath but Caradoc hushed him once more, ashamed ofthe fear that welled up inside him. Already seventeen, he had killed his man and raided forcattle; he had hunted deer and boar and wild wolf. These things he could face and understand,but the nebulous, drifting spirits of Samain, the demons who waited this night to drag theirvictims to the woods, these he could not turn to best with a slash of his sword. He felt themnow, standing just within the cover of the gaunt, leafless branches meeting over his head,watching him with hatred, wanting to do harm. He gripped the wet reins ever tighter and spokequietly to his horse. Togodumnus began to hum but this time Caradoc left him alone. One morebend, and they would be home.

    They finally dismounted inside the second gate, their thighs wet and chafed and their handsblue with cold. The stable servant ran out to meet them; he took the reins from their stifffingers and led the tired horses away without a word.

    Togodumnus took off his cloak and watched the water trickle between his fingers as he wrung itout. “Will you sleep tonight?” he asked his brother.

    Caradoc shook his head. “I don’t think so. Hot wine and dry clothes for me, and then perhapsa song or two from Caelte to keep the vengeful ones from my door.” His voice echoed againstthe darkened huts. “Tomorrow we can breathe again, but in the meantime you can go to thekennels and check the dogs. It was your idea to take them out.”

    “No, it was not! Aricia and I got into a fight. She said I was too much of a coward to disobeyCunobelin, she said I had no guts! Besides, you lost them, not me.”

    “Oh Tog, why do you listen to her? You know she will get you into trouble.”

    Togodumnus’s eyes glistened. “Not as much trouble as she will make for you, my brother, ifCunobelin ever hears what you and she are about all the time.”

    “What do you know about that?” Caradoc asked him sharply, grinning.

    “Nothing. Only rumors. Well, a good night to you Caradoc, and good hunting.”

    “Tog! Come back!” Caradoc shouted, but Togodumnus was already striding between the silenthomes on the steep hill to his own little hut. Caradoc resignedly moved west into the deepershadows of the tall earthwall his footfalls sounding fatally loud in his ears. He soon came tohis father’s stables, where a gush of warm, sweet-smelling air engulfed him for the moment,but then he turned, passing the blacksmith’s forge and the harness maker’s shop, and so cameto the kennels. He counted the cages carefully and stopped at last, squatting, calling softly.The hounds ran to the fence and quietly pushed their cold noses into his hand. He quickly ranhis eye over them once, twice. There was one missing. Caradoc groaned to himself as he startedto count again, not certain which one was gone. Brutus, half his ear hanging over his nose,watched him reproachfully.

    Finally Caradoc cursed out loud. It was Caesar. The one dog prized above all others of thislitter, the one that had been especially trained for Tiberius himself. It would be that one,Caradoc swore, remembering why Cunobelin, with his sly humor, had given the beast such a name.It was not for Tiberius’s sake that the dog was so blessed, but for that of Julius Caesar, who

    had come to Albion twice and gone away twice, never to return. Cunobelin had remarked to hissons that Julius had not, after all, been a very good hunter.

    Caradoc stood irresolutely, his hair sticking to his forehead and his cloak, heavy with water,hanging from his shoulders. He did not doubt that Caesar had led the dogs back home. Puttinghimself in Caesar’s place, he suddenly realized where the dog would be—somewhere warm.Caradoc turned to begin his search, starting with the blacksmith’s, then the harness maker’s,the stinking tanneries, the stables. Determined, he left the fourth circle and walked slowly upto where the freemen commoners lived, an area of squalor and confusion. He knocked on walls andpushed aside doorskins, frightening the tribesmen who at first saw in this dark, sopping figurea cunningly disguised spirit. Minute after minute passed, and at last he had to admit defeat.

    He swung abruptly into the climb to his own house, but when he came out above the buildingsperched on the slope, the wind caught him and he staggered and almost fell. All at once theskies opened further, releasing a black wall of ice-tipped, stinging rain. He began to run,and, as if at the awkward movements of his body, his pent-up panic was unleashed and pushed himon.

    What am I doing out here on this night when time stands still and the earth is poised on thebrink of a terrible nothingness? he thought, horrified. Some fey spirit has entered into Caesarso that I will search for him, and when I find him he will take me in his mighty jaws and dragme back to the forest.

    He struggled on into the teeth of the gale, blinded, vaguely aware that he was passing theGreat Hall, instinctively and mindlessly veering away from the shrine of Camulos until at lasthis numbed fingers felt the heavy skins of his own door. He thrust them aside and tumbledwithin, standing, panting, his eyes closed, while water ran from his body and pooled under hisfeet. He was stunned for a moment by the sudden cessation of noise, the storm now only a steadyshushing on the thatching of his roof, the wind an impatient prowler, throwing itself againsthis walls, to no avail.

    Soon he relaxed and opened his eyes. A solitary oil lamp burned on a little table opposite thedoor. Soft hangings covered the walls, and, at one end, curtains were drawn back, revealing alow bed with a blue and red cloak trailing across it. But this was not his hut. Beside the bedwas another table, a mirror lying on it, and with it a gold head circlet, a pile of bronze armbands, and a brightly enameled girdle that snaked to the floor. With a whine of welcome Caesarrose from his place before the smoking fire and padded across the room toward him.

    Aricia spun round in shock. “Caradoc! You gave me a fright! What do you want?”

    He hesitated, torn between an embarrassed confusion and overwhelming relief that he had foundthe dog. There was no demon here, only a dog, and a girl. She was standing barefooted on theskins that covered the hard clay floor, and her white sleeping tunic fell around her likedrifting snow. She held a large comb in one hand, and her black hair fell straight and thick toher knees, spreading over her pale arms and gleaming in the firelight as she stepped towardhim. He mumbled an apology and turned to go, an irrational anger rising in him, but she spokeagain and he paused.

    “How wet you are! Have you been looking for the dogs all this time? Take off your cloak or youwill catch cold.”

    “Not tonight, Aricia,” he said firmly. “I am soaked and tired, and angry with you forkeeping Caesar here. And I am angry with Tog for leaving me to seek on my own. I am going tofind my own hearth.”

    She laughed. “What a sight you are, with that black scowl on your face and your hair hangingdown your back in strings! I didn’t find Caesar and keep him here. He ran to me not half anhour ago. I was about to call for someone to take him to the kennels when you fell in. As forTog, you know you have to take him by the scruff of his neck and shake him if you want anythingdone. Why are you so annoyed?” She went to him swiftly, tugged the cloak from his shoulders,and, gingerly holding it out, walked to the fire and laid it down. “Warm wine from the land of

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