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413 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2009
"I set upon the Romans bounds neither of space nor of time: I have bestowed upon them empire without limit... to impose the ways of peace, to spare the defeated, and to crush those proud men who will not submit."
"The writer Arrian claimed that well-trained cavalrymen could vault onto their ponies in full armour, while they were cantering - slowly presumably."
"An agricultura, stock-rearing society, the Celtic Kingdoms of Northern Britain and Ireland arranged their year around four turning-points. At Imbolc in late February ewes began to lactate in anticipation of lambing, providing much needed sustinence at the end of a long winter. Up on the hillforts, great bonfires were lit, Kings spoke to their people, and rituals and prayers were offered up to the gods. Beltane in May was the signal to drive flocks and herds up to the high summer pastures, while Lughnasa in August celebrated the first fruits of the year's harvest. At Samhuinn in October the animals were lead back down from what were called the summertowns to the wintertowns in the valleys."
"Speed in war, wrote the military theorist Vegetius, is more important than courage. And a highly mobile, well-trained and well-led army could hold down vast swathes of territory."
"At summer events along Hadrian's Wall and elsewhere in Roman Britain, several groups of re-enactors can be seen. They drill, form a testudo, charge, fire arrows at targets, and their cavalary soldiers show feats of genuine horsemanship. There are six or seven groups n Britain but each only has twenty or so members at most. What would be most impressive is a combined force - close to a legionary double century. But this is apparently impossible. The different groups do not get on well, each one sniffing at the others' lack of attention to detail, commitment, and well, general Roman-ness."
"Early varities of tomato were yellow and that is why they're called pomodoro "golden apples".
"From the beginning of the reign of Augustus in 31BC to the beginning of Diocletian's in AD 284, one historian has calculated that the pen pushers generated about 225 million records of Roman army pay, but only three have been found in reasonable condition. "
"Carbo marinus, or sea-coal, was first picked up on Northumberland and Durham beaches a very long time ago."
The Roman Centurion's Song
Legate, I had the news last night - my cohort ordered home
By ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome.
I've marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below:
Now let another take my sword. Command me not to go!
I've served in Britain forty years, from Vectis to the Wall,
I have none other home than this, nor any life at all.
Last night I did not understand, but, now the hour draws near
That calls me to my native land, I feel that land is here.
Here where men say my name was made, here where my work
was done;
Here where my dearest dead are laid - my wife - my wife and
son;
Here where time, custom, grief and toil, age, memory, service,
love,
Have rooted me in British soil. Ah, how can I remove?
For me this land, that sea, these airs, those folk and fields suffice.
What purple Southern pomp can match our changeful Northern
skies,
Black with December snows unshed or pearled with August
haze -
The clanging arch of steel-grey March, or June's long-lighted
days?
You'll follow widening Rhodanus till vine and olive lean
Aslant before the sunny breeze that sweeps Nemausus clean
To Arelate's triple gate; but let me linger on,
Here where our stiff-necked British oaks confront Euroclydon!
You'll take the old Aurelian Road through shore-descending
pines
Where, blue as any peacock's neck, the Tyrrhene Ocean shines.
You'll go where laurel crowns are won, but -will you e'er forget
The scent of hawthorn in the sun, or bracken in the wet?
Let me work here for Britain's sake - at any task you will -
A marsh to drain, a road to make or native troops to drill.
Some Western camp (I know the Pict) or granite Border keep,
Mid seas of heather derelict, where our old messmates sleep.
Legate, I come to you in tears - My cohort ordered home!
I've served in Britain forty years. What should I do in Rome?
Here is my heart, my soul, my mind - the only life I know.
I cannot leave it all behind. Command me not to go!
- Rudyard Kipling
"On the spot, only these stumps remained, but the scene of the dedication is carved in great detail on Trajan's column in Rome, and the Forum pigeons, ascending the shaft in a spiral, can gaze at these very piers in high relief: the balustered bridge soars intact and the cloaked general himself waits beside the sacrifical bull and the flaming altar with his legionaries drawn up helmet-in-hand under the eagle standards."
"Hadrian visited virtually every province in the Empire, Hadrian was almost certainly seen in the flesh by more of his subjects than any of those who reigned before or after him. In 121 he began his first tour by riding from Rome to Lyon and then to Germany and Middle Europe to inspect the defences of the Rhine-Danube line. Perhaps his fleet called in a ta London before sailing on to the Tyne in 122. After the Wall was begun the sprawling imperial retinue packed its bags to travel right across France to Tarragona in Spain. Then, in perhaps his most spectacular year, 123, Hadrian crossed the Strait of Gibraltar into Africa, the province of Mauretania. From there he sailed the length of the Mediterranean, following the Atlantic current, to Antioch in Syria, where he was first proclaimed Emperor, thence across eastern Turkey to the Black Sea coast and its Greek cities, where he met Antinous. Back in Rome by 125, Hadrian left for Africa in 128, Greece and southern Turkey in 129, Palestine and Egypt in 130, and finally back to Rome in 133-4. His backside was well used to the saddle and his stomach to the roll of the waves."
Roman Wall Blues
Over the heather the wet wind blows,
I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose.
The rain comes pattering out of the sky,
I'm a Wall soldier, I don't know why.
The mist creeps over the hard grey stone,
My girl's in Tungria; I sleep alone.
Aulus goes hanging around her place,
I don't like his manners, I don't like his face.
Piso's a Christian, he worships a fish;
There'd be no kissing if he had his wish.
She gave me a ring but I diced it away;
I want my girl and I want my pay.
When I'm a veteran with only one eye
I shall do nothing but look at the sky.
- W.H. Auden
The Ruin
Splendid this rampart is, though fate destroyed it,
The city buildings fell apart, the works
of giants crumble. Tumbled are the towers,
Ruined the roofs, and broken the barred gate,
Frost in the plaster, all ceilings gape,
Torn and collapsed and eaten up by age.
Well-wrought this wall: Wierds broke it.
Snapped rooftrees, towers fallen,
the work of the Giants, the stonesmiths,
mouldereth.
Rime scoureth gatetowers
rime on mortar.
Shattered the showershields, roofs ruined,
age under-ate them.
And the wielders & wrights?
Earthgrip holds them - gone, long gone
fast in gravesgrasp while fifty fathers
and sons have passed
"Vallum may be the accepted name for the vast ditch system dug behind Hadrian's Wall but, in the second century AD, it was the Latin word for a pallisaded rampart. And it is the derivation of the English "wall". Fossa is a ditch or trench, not Vallum. But the original misleading label has stuck."
"King of Mercia from 757 to 796, Offa fought fierce campaigns against the invading Welsh princes and, to show where their territory ended and his began, he had a vallum magnum built from sea to sea. Stretching 220 kilometres, much longer than Hadrian's Wall and the Antonine Wall put together, it runs from the Severn to the Dee estuary. The largest earthwork ever dug in Europe, at any time, it is an extraordinary - and far from well understood - monument. Offa called on his people to give military service and work in gangs to dig a 2 metre ditch and build up a 7-metre rampart to the east of it. The whole layout is more than 20 metres across.
"The abandonment of Hadrian's Wall was not a disaster or a waste, just a matter of strategy. Because they had the army, as much a huge and relatively well-disciplined labour force as a fighting machine, the Romans though on a different scale. They were masters of the world and it was for them to order it as they saw fit."
"What is now Scotland used to be split into two, and Tacitus thought that the north was like a different island. And it was. Motorways and modern drainage have erased this ancient frontier. Two thousand years ago, landward communications were much more difficult. At the western end of the line of the Antonine Wall, the Highlands rise up abruptly. In the central section, overland travel to the north was made circuitous and even dangerous by the Flanders Moss. A wide tract of treacherous marshland, it made much of the valley of the meandering River Forth impassable in winter and very awkward in summer. Drainage had to wait until the the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Only in the east, through Stirling Gap, was there firm passage. Funnelling under the the glowering crag of the great castle, armies intent on the conquest of all of Scotland were forced to march that route. For this now-lost reason of geography, Stirling held the key to the whole kingdom for many centuries."
Picti, meaning 'the painted or tattooed people', was probably a soldiers nickname, perhaps coined in 296 by those garrisons on Hadrian's Wall who had not seen the northern warbands before. It stands in a tradition of noms de guerre which called the Saxons after a short-bladed knife they carried, the Franks, whose name means 'the wreckers', or the Vikings who did exactly that, dodged in and out of the creeks or viks
"By the middle of the third century the imperial budget was running at 225 million denarii per annum and hundreds of millions of coins were being struck to feed it. There was not enough silver in the Empire to make what was needed and consequently coins were primarily minted from base metals. The Emperor Diocletian attempted to check he runaway inflation by issuing an Edict on Prices in 301. It listed cereals, beer, meat and other commodities and attached standard measures and prices to each, as well as the rates of pay for different sorts of worker. Like all attempts at a prices-and-incomes policy, it failed immediately. The market corrected the situation with characteristic crudeness. Exchange was based on bullion, silver or gold, no matter what form it came in. The Roman Empire ultimately fell because it ceased to produce sound money and became less and less able to pay for itself."
"Coelius, known as Coel Hen, or Old Cole, by the bards may have been the last Roman-appointed Duke of the Britains, based at the legionary fortress at York. In a bizarre historical memory, he is probably the figure behind the nursery rhyme, Old King Cole. At least eight dynasties list him either as a founder or an early king. The Welsh geneaologies are heavily corrupted in placs and Coel's wife is named as Strawdawl, which translates as 'Wall Road', and his daughter was Gwawl, or 'The Wall'.