If I had ever known that the Celts populated the continent far beyond Britain into Spain, Germany, Italy and all the way to Egypt, I forgot. But Freeman refreshed my recollection, presenting an impressive understanding of the ancient world with jaunty intelligence in a story of a philosopher’s journey that was a treat to read.
Posidonius was a Greek Stoic possessed of scientific and cultural curiosity. Thanks to a social standing that provided the funds for a daring journey, he made his way in his 30s beyond Greece and into Europe to mingle with the legendary barbaric Celts, measuring tides and calculating the
circumference of the earth along his way. Although his record of his journey has been lost, Freeman is able to cobble together an outline, using quotes scooped up by Posidonius’s contemporaries, general history, and a lively-though disciplined & cautious imagination. The results make for a delightful and thought provoking read.
I couldn’t help but grin at the image of this curious little toga-clad fellow making his way through camps populated by hairy hard-bodied warriors known for their hard drinking, beheaded-enemy décor, (sometimes, they’d drink hard out of the skull of their enemies, combining cultural qualities) and-for the times-forward thinking attitude toward women.
Sort of, anyway.
A Celtic woman could divorce her husband if he lost control of his gut and was unable to perform sexually to her satisfaction. You go, girl. Of course, if body fat protruded over the Celtic Warrior waistband, said chubby was roundly disgraced by his fellows, which was admittedly an fitness incentive with more teeth in it; especially when you keep in mind the Celtic propensity for open homosexuality. But hey, Queen Boudicca is claimed by the Celts, and she whupped Roman settlements right down the coast to Londontown (which she burned to the ground) until the Roman Paulinus stopped her army of 80,000 in a strategically chosen valley. And then there was Camma, who revenged herself on the man who slew her husband in order to claim her for his own by poisoning the wedding chalice, so she could take her enemy down with her in a scheme worthy of Shakespeare.
Okay. So there’s more barbary than victory, but this was the savage BC world, after all. At birth, Celt babies were dipped in frigid rivers to prepare them for the rigors of life; which ought to tell you sumpin. A girl can only do so much.
They would occasionally go into battle naked, claiming that they were so tough they didn’t need armor to defeat their enemies.
The Celts! Favorite god? Mercury. Favorite pastimes: feasting, drinking from the skulls
of their enemies (and occasionally killing each other around the dinner table), and
listening to Bards (the Celtic rockstars). If you like history well told, you’ll enjoy this little volume.