Know Your Limits

 "Can I be of assistance?" enquired a kind-faced officer in a blue uniform.   As he drew up I could see his short fair hair, and a finely plucked chin, setting him apart from his hirsute neighbours.  The southern accent, and calm politeness gave a gravitas of seniority that required attention.

It was evident that we had inadvertently strayed into a sensitive military operation, but absolutely nothing was being given away.  I had imagined a rough track tapering off into the mists of the godforsaken north.  Here was a well made road, as good as anything in the south.  

"We are on our way to the sacred shrine at Cramel Lin", 

I explained, with open innocent eyes. 

"Indeed, a wonderful site, well worth visiting", 

our protector assured, 

"Though it's a tricky time at the moment.  A few weeks ago the place was descended on by barbarians.  Awful acts were committed.  A bull was  sacrificed.  The site was badly desecrated, and a legion had to be brought over from Birdoswald to tidy up.  Very sad, because it denies the innocent devotee like you from rightful homage.  You can still try and go if you wish, but be aware, the legion is still about and if they spot you, they are likely to exact a tribute.   At this time of day they'll be nursing sore heads from the night before, so you can try your luck."

Everything was civil about this encounter.  We were presented with the facts, and allowed to draw our own conclusion.  

In summary the message, expertly crafted, given to us, rude, unwitting, ignorant travelers, was clear.

  "Why stray north across the safety provided by the the wall?  There is nothing up here."