David McAfee - 61 A.D. (Bachiyr, Book 2)

61 A.D.

By David McAfee

Cover design by David McAfee

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This is a work of fiction. The events depicted in this story, though based on real events, are entirely products of the authors imagination or are used in a fictitious manner and should not be construed as fact.

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---For Cole, the part of me I never knew was missing.---

Other Books by David McAfee

Bachiyr Novels

33 A.D.

Saying Goodbye to the Sun

Horror Novels

NASTY LITTLE F!#*ERS

The Gallows Tree (October 2010)

Short Story Collections

The Lake and 17 Other Stories

Devil Music and 18 Other Stories

After: Taras and Theron, Beyond Jerusalem

The Dead Man Series

The Dead Woman

With Jeremy Robinson

Bishop (Coming Soon)

Table of Contents

This novel is set against the backdrop of the Iceni Rebellion of 61 A.D. The Iceni Queena fiery lady by the name of Boudicaled her people and their allies, the Trinovante, against the forces of Rome in an attempt to force the Romans out of Britannia. Her army demolished several cities, reducing them to ash and killing tens of thousands of people before falling to the Roman general Suetonius and his troops on the ancient road known as Watling Street. The Romans were vastly outnumbered, but they had the discipline and training of a great military empire. The Iceni and their allies were not especially disciplined or gifted strategically, relying more on sheer numbers than sound military tactics.

I researched these events while writing the book, and while some of it is historically accurate, such as the Roman treatment of Boudica and her two daughters after the death of her husband, other parts are less so. This is because I took a few liberties for the sake of the story. (To the layman, this looks remarkably like making things up.) Those who are more familiar with this point in history will no doubt spot these instances of artistic license (Thats my story and Im sticking to it!) easily.

I had fun writing this book, and I even managed to learn a few things along the way, which made the experience that much better. I have been meaning to get it out to you sooner, but this January my wife and I welcomed our son Cole to the world. As any of you who have children can verify, kids change things. Especially infants. Cole has been a magical, wondrous addition to the McAfee household, and I love him very much. He has also eaten up a lot of my time over the last six months. Call it an excuse, but I like spending time with him and he needs the care (I am a stay at home dad). I also like sleep, which is why you will not catch me up until four in the morning working on a book.

All that said, I am very pleased to present this book to you, and if you would like to say finally! under your breath, that is OK. I feel the same way. I hope you enjoy this story, and as always, please feel free to contact me with any thoughts or comments, good or bad. I love hearing from you, and your feedback helps make me a better writer. My email address is Monkeyfeet73@yahoo.com, and I am always happy to read and respond to your comments.

Lastly, I want to say thank you. You have helped make 33 A.D. more successful than I ever imagined it could be, and your support means everything. Your time is precious, and I cant believe how lucky I am that you are willing to spend some of it with me.

David McAfee

August 14, 2011

Prologue

She enjoyed this part the most. The part where they started to scream. It didnt matter how old or how strong they were, when she started to work her particular brand of magic, they all screamed. Even the tough ones; the ones who thought they could hold out and be strong. The ones who thought they were stronger than she was. Those types usually screamed loudest of all. Of course, that could be because she was harder on them than the ones who cooperated, but it didnt matter.

In the end, she thought, all Bachiyr are cowards. They all had their breaking point.

This particular Bachiyr hadnt lasted long at all. His screams sounded long and loud, echoing off the walls of the keep and traveling the length of the hallways and through the chambers beyond. She couldnt hide her smile as she realized that the humans in the valley below probably heard them, too. Good. It would give them yet another reason to stay away from her home, as if they needed further warning.

She watched her prisoner squirm, enjoying the burnt smell of his flesh while her fire scorched his toes. She controlled the flames with a simple psalm, but she had to constantly monitor it to make sure it maintained just the right temperature. If she allowed it to get too hot the fire burned away the nerves and the prisoner would feel nothing. If she allowed the fire to get too cool it lost its effectiveness. After several millennia of practice she had mastered the ability, much to her prisoners dismay.

Hed tried to resist her, even going so far as to tell her to go to the Abyss and calling her all manner of filthy names. He even spat at her, but he missed. She had seen it all before. In four thousand years shed seen just about everything there was to see. Not much surprised her these nights.

After two minutes she cooled the flamesnot out of any sense of mercy, but because she needed information. A prisoner who is screaming cant speak.

The Bachiyrs feet were little more than charred stumps. Even if she let him gowhich she had no intention of doinghe would never walk again. But at times like these few prisoners ever seemed to think that far ahead. Mostly they just wanted the pain to stop. It made getting information much easier.

There, Agnor , she said when he stopped screaming, is that better?

Agnor whimpered something in reply, but she couldnt make it out.

Youd better speak more clearly, Agnor . She reached over and touched his cheek, running her nails along his jawline with enough force to break the skin. Blood dripped from a thin red wound, and he shivered in his bonds. It reminded her that she had not yet fed this evening. She would have to remedy that soon. You dont want to displease me. Your feet were just the beginning.

It is better, he said, his teeth clenched against the pain.

Good. I am glad you can talk. We have much to discuss, you and I.

I already told you, I dont know where he is. His voice had taken on a whiny tone. Not good. He already knew he would never leave her keep alive. Damn. It made it harder to get what she wanted, but the difficulty often made the getting more entertaining.

Agnor , she cooed, You are a clerk to the Halls of the Bachiyr. No, no. Dont try to deny it, I know its true. You have access to information that few others can get. If anyone outside the Council of Thirteen would know of his location, it would be you.

I dont

Spare me, she said. You are a terrible liar.

And you are going to kill me no matter what I tell you, Agnor said.