Yes

"Well," I answer, "maybe we will be able to know it, if I can find her and bring her back here."
Brynhild's eyes widen with a disbelieving hope.
"Would you do this, Master?"
"Of course, if she still lives. I think I have enough acquaintances in the Roman army to learn what happened to her."
"Master," she says earnestly, "if you can bring me my daughter back, I will give you pleasure, not only as the dutiful slave I am now, but as the most grateful of women, and I think you will feel a deep difference."
And she gives Verania and me a kind of foretaste, till the early morning. The sun is already high when I leave Aurelius' house with the few informations Brynhild has been able to give me. Her daughter, Gudrid, has been abducted fifteen years ago, at the age of three, during a Roman raid in the south of the Frankish territory.
The records of the Roman army are perfectly kept, and I don't take a lot of pain to find the name of the officer who was commanding this raid: the legate Anicius Faustus. I know him well, having myself served under his orders for a while when I was a young officer. He is now retired, and I meet him without difficulty in his luxurious house, a little out of Rome.
"Yes," he says, "I remember this raid. It was a full success. We killed the chieftain of these barbarians, and took his wife and daughter as prisoners. Well, actually we only kept the kid as a prisoner. The mother managed to escape us a little later. Too bad. She was a hot woman," he adds with a filthy laughter. "I can certify it, as can the dozen of us who had the time to get a taste of her!"
"What happened to the kid?" I ask.