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Chapters (76)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. I
  4. II
  5. III
  6. I - INVADER AD 43-70
  7. I
  8. II
  9. III
  10. IV
  11. V
  12. VI
  13. VII
  14. VIII
  15. IX
  16. X
  17. XI
  18. XII
  19. XIII
  20. XIV
  21. XV
  22. XVI
  23. XVII
  24. XVIII
  25. XIX
  26. XX
  27. XXI
  28. XXII
  29. XXIII
  30. XXIV
  31. XXV
  32. XXVI
  33. II - BUILDER AD 122-138
  34. I
  35. II
  36. III
  37. IV
  38. V
  39. VI
  40. VII
  41. VIII
  42. IX
  43. X
  44. XI
  45. XII
  46. XIII
  47. XIV
  48. XV
  49. XVI
  50. XVII
  51. XVIII
  52. XIX
  53. XX
  54. XXI
  55. III - EMPEROR AD 314—337
  56. I
  57. II
  58. III
  59. IV
  60. V
  61. VI
  62. VII
  63. VIII
  64. IX
  65. X
  66. XI
  67. XII
  68. XIII
  69. XIV
  70. XV
  71. EPILOGUE
  72. I
  73. II
  74. III
  75. IV
  76. Afterword

‘Caesar reported painted faces, so painted faces we will have. Blue, if possible.’ Narcissus, immersed now in the theatre of the Emperor’s victorious arrival, was dissatisfied by the array of specimens before him. ‘There were women in the field, weren’t there?’ He boldly walked to a knot of people, a girl with strawberry-blonde hair who might have been attractive if cleaned up, a dark, defiant-looking boy with a straggling beard - and a burly farmer’s wife of a woman, aged perhaps forty, whose cheek bore a scar from what might have been a blade. ‘This one, for instance. You. What’s your name?’

Allius translated hurriedly. The woman replied, ‘Braint.’

Narcissus flinched from the raw hostility of her expression, but stood his ground. ‘She looks savage enough to me. Decurion, explain what’s wanted of her. And find a few more, will you?’ He looked the woman up and down. ‘Oh, and tell her to bare her tits during the action. It will be a nice detail for the chroniclers.’

He walked away from the woman. But with every step the space between his shoulder blades tingled, as if Braint’s gaze were a dagger being plunged there.

XVIII

XVIII

Sheltered from view behind Braint’s broad back, with everybody watching the Romans as they strutted through Camulodunum, Agrippina examined the leather document wallet.

After a lifetime pressed against Nectovelin’s chest, it was scuffed, battered, and stank of Nectovelin’s sweat and blood. The document within, carefully folded, was only a single page of cheap-looking parchment, yellowed with age. It was stamped with a broken seal. And just sixteen lines of Latin, she counted quickly, had been transcribed in a neat hand. Could this really be the hand of her grandfather Cunovic, was this his seal?

She read the first lines feverishly:

Ah child! Bound in time’s tapestry, and yet you are born free
Come, let me sing to you of what there is and what will be,
Of all men and all gods, and of the mighty emperors three.
Named with a German name, a man will come with eyes of glass
Straddling horses large as houses bearing teeth like scimitars ...

If these were the words of a god, it was a literate god. The phrasing was elegant, the meter at least functional. She wondered if the transcript contained more information than apparent to a first reading; the Romans were famously fond of word play - compression, acrostics.

But the lines were terse. After the salutation and that mention of ‘emperors three’, there followed a reference to an emperor who called himself a German, but who had, mysteriously, ‘eyes of glass’. The single other detail, about some kind of exotic beast, merely confused her further. Could these opaque hints have something to do with the invasion? After all, what use was a prophecy if it didn’t refer to such a calamity as this? But if so, what did it mean?