By Gillian Bradshaw
A considerate and compelling novel of the conflict of cultures as Roman conquerors sweep throughout second-century EuropeIn the second one century A.D., the Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius made a care for the barbarian Sarmatians: The battling could cease in the event that they provided Rome with 8 thousand horsemen. Left with out selection, the Sarmatians complied. hence begun the Roman lifetime of Ariantes, a warrior-prince in a land now not his personal. whereas his fellows chafe less than Roman rule, appalled on the Romans' clumsiness with horses, and proof against any and each command, Ariantes by myself realizes that during order to maintain his regiment's tradition and customs, that allows you to shield the happiness of his males, he needs to sacrifice a few of his own."Bradshaw is a classics pupil in addition to a great writer.... background comes alive in her specialist hands". -- The Philadelphia Inquirer"Poetically transparent and punctiliously researched, with an strength that incorporates it correct along". - Kirkus reports at the Bearkeeper's Daughter"Well researched, lively...engrossing". - Publishers Weekly at the Beacon at Alexandria"Ms. Bradshaw's splendid expertise of mixing historical past and fiction as a deal with for an individual who enjoys break out to the opulence of mankind's past". - Rave experiences
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Letters. “Ariantes, commander of the sixth numerus of Sarmatian cavalry, to Minucius Habitus, procurator of the imperial saltus, greetings. My lord, we require a hundred barrels of salt beef from the imperial estates to be shipped to Dubris under authority of the procurator Lord Valerius Natalis . ” “Ariantes . . to Junius Coroticus, shipping agent, greetings. The procurator Valerius Natalis requests that you provide a ship to the port of Durobrivae of the Iceni to transport a hundred barrels of salt beef .
Well, Ariantes? ” “But, Lord Procurator . ” begged Eukairios. ” Natalis snapped. Eukairios staggered over to Natalis and dropped to his knees, reaching out a hand to his master. “Please, my lord, I beg you, my lord, please don’t—” Natalis shoved the hand away. “Why are you making a scene like this? ” “No,” pleaded Eukairios, “but I have friends, old and dear friends and—” “I know all about your friends,” Natalis said, now tight with anger, “and I don’t want them connected with anyone in my office.
Arshak’s company was called the second dragon, because his dragon standard followed second behind that of the king; Gatalas led the fourth dragon, and I commanded the sixth: Arshak’s company thus went first, Gatalas’second, and mine last. But each commander needed to stand on the dock the whole time his dragon was embarking, to give each squadron, and each man in the squadron, his proper place. Then there was a problem with the wagons: the Roman sailors saw no reason to transport these at all. Why couldn’t we live in tents and barracks, like their own soldiers?