Dubigalos laughed. 'Matter of fact, there is,' he said. 'We can head for the territory of a friendly tribe. Trouble is, it means going up north away from the river.'
Titus relaxed a little. He looked suspiciously at the Caledonian.
'And what are they called, this friendly tribe of yours?'
Dubigalos looked nonchalantly northward. He whistled between his teeth.