D. Lucit's Escape to the Place in the pyrenees where he is found by his wife to be: When a sharp pain announces a shepher's intent to not let him have a lamb from the flock wihout asking, Lucit is smitten in more ways than one.
Early one morning Lucit makes his way to his assigned lookout post to the north of Numantia, and keeps going.
He runs his horse mercilessly until he is hidden in forest, just over an hour's ride north, where the elevation is rising. He has to slow his pace as he climbs the flank of an east-west lying mountain. A few hours later, probably near noon, he sits astride the mountain range that is the north horizon of Numantia. He rests his horse.
He begins to feel safe. He is hidden by trees as he looks back toward Numantia, lying under a local cloud:
He stares long and hard in that direction:
He sees no dust on the road, no one seems to be following even though he should have been reported missing by his replacement at his lookout post hours ago. He turns his attention in the other direction:
He sees two things that concern him: snow (above) and a storm cloud (below). Maybe he can stay in the lower parts of the Pyrenees if there is already snow in the higher parts. Some rain is to be expected as he goes down into the next valley:
After several days of hiding and riding, begging food and stealing it, he arrives in the Pyrnees and camps in a canyon where there seems to be a sheepherders' camp. On his way to this palce he tried to speak to some locals, but neither he nore they could communicate: these were apparently the Vasconi tribes (aka Basques).
Their language was so strange that the Romans left them alone. There were limits to Roman tolerance for people intent on not communicating. They were equally intent on not communicating with Lucit whose clothing gave him away as a deserting Celtiberian warrior. They wanted nothing to do with him, so he stole or went hungry.
One place he came to in the rain he found a recently traveled transhumance path
and hid in bushes alongside it:
Some sheep came ambling by and he grabbed at a small ewe, tasting its roasted flesh in his imagination as he wrestled with it trying to quietly break its neck and stop its squealing and squirming.
Just as he realized a dog was growling in his direction, he felt a sharp pain and passed out. He had been discovered by the sherperdess, Eusa, who had felled him with a rock.
She and her brothers dragged him down a creek:
Up another transhumance trail slick with rain and resulting mud,
and down that trail as it approached the campsite:
The campsite was situated beside a small lake:
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