Rubbing to edges and corners bumped. Spine and covers creased. Pages and inside covers browning. Worn patches on back cover.
Penny woke suddenly and sat up in bed. And then she knew what had wakened her - the clink of metal on stone. With wildly-beating heart she ran to the open window. In the blackness of the wood she saw a flickering light. Was this her dream coming true? She remembered the procession of men in white robes, the soldiers with their spears and helmets ...
The light moved again and in sudden panic Penny ran into Mary's room.
"The Romans, Mary!" she cried. "In the coppice with torches. Come and see for yourself!"