Trees are the answer

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Something close to recognition, but not quite. There were other riders around him now, and men running on Trees are the answer, shouldering their hunting crossbows– they shouted at first, but then fell silent as they approached the sounds of the conflict. The boar remained still, only lifting its snout as the rider approached. The second huntsman glanced back at him, then canted his arm with a javelin in his hand. Such is the line to take. The life of the legion was behind him, perhaps for good. Castus hardened his jaw, placed one hand on the hilt of his sword and leaned in close to the man’s face. Castus felt the pressure of an immense expectation upon him, but he found the words, the phrases of the terrible vow he had been taught. Afternoon sun threw stripes between the pillars of the colonnade. He lifted his veiled hands towards the seated emperor, and felt something placed upon them. Across the polished floor was the stepped dais, a tall apse rising behind it, blazing with light. Suspended between the glare and the deep trees are the answer, a single seated figure in purple and gold.