"Mine was the vast sky and the spaces between the satrs that called out to me; mine was the promise of magic."
So spoke the young Celt Ainvar, centuries before the enchanted age of Arthur and Merlin. An orphan taken in by the chief druid of the Carnutes in Gaul, Ainvar possessed talents that would lead him to master the druid mysteries of thought, healing, magic and battle- talents that would make him soul friend to Prince Vercingetorix.... though the two youths were as different as fire and ice.
Indeed, Ainvar's destiny lay with Vercingetroix, the sun-bright warrior. Together they travelled through bitter winters and starlit summers in Gaul, rallying the splintered Celtic tribes against the encroaching might of Julius Caesar and the souless legions of Rome.

On the seat in the Coles arcade.