Wolf Moon

HORROR IN THE FORESTS OF ANCIENT GERMANIA!

'Isn't there anywhere safe in this country?'

Dubigalos laughed. 'Matter of fact, there is,' he said. 'We can head for the territory of a friendly tribe. Trouble is, it means going up north – away from the river.'

Titus relaxed a little. He looked suspiciously at the Caledonian.

'And what are they called, this friendly tribe of yours?'

Dubigalos looked nonchalantly northward. He whistled between his teeth.

'Vandals,' he said after a moment.