Alastair Macleod 
Druid 

‘That night there was talk in the Dun, of strangers.A traveler had brought word of the great metal army, like a snake, wending its way north. It was nearing the Dee. ‘Rhodri’s spies say they are headed for Ynnys Mon.” “Who are they dada?” Daffydd said. “Romans, ” replied his father. “They control Brittany and much besides. Now they have invaded Britain.” “What will we do?’ said Daffydd . “The war sign is out, the tribes are assembling. This will be a bloody battle. Daffydd I don’t want you mixed up in this. You are to go to Ynnys Mon tomorrow. Nothing should interrupt your training.” ‘But father, ” protested Daffydd. “You chose your path, swore the oath, ‘tis with the Druids you must make your stand, to protect The Knowledge. Celynn, your master will go with you.”