The place is Northern England. The year is 118 AD. Late September. That time of year when you're not sure whether to put your coat on to go outside. A Norse army lands, intent on conquering. So you're best advised to stay indoors, thereby avoiding the whole tricky coat question altogether. The sozzled Roman governor of Britannia, Quintus Domenicus Pompo, orders the Sixth Legion to repel the invaders but, at the eleventh hour, an enigmatic druid brokers...