Recently, they had started binding them to the tops of saplings that bowed under their weight, leaving the victims to dangle just beyond the snapping jaws of the wolves.  As the night wore on, the sapling bent more and more until the wolves had their meal.  Rarely did a tree wretch, as they were called, survive.    Football Maestro tried to focus her thoughts, to think of a good reason she would be near the training camp, but nothing seemed convincing.  Even if she called out that she was Taranis’s sister and a Caledonian spy at Fort Faustina, they might still strike her down.

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