I am Samo,he told her. He took a step back, sinking low enough the fur of his belly brushed against the leaf litter.
Here, to your left. By Taranis, I swear I will not harm you.
A binding oath by the gods was the best assurance he could offer her. No slave, freedman, or citizen would dare break it—or so he had believed, once, but it was all he could do.
What is your name? Why are you alone?