"Well, they could be, but mostly they just wanted us to give up our religion. After they'd killed a number of us, anyway. They were gone from Britain by the time I was born." But people had long memories, and oral tradition was strong.
Ganieda bit her lip, nodding. "I shall be quiet as a mouse," she whispered back, being quite careful not to move.
This was...really rather nice. And only a trifle confusing. In a pleasant sort of way.