Martius 2758 auc - January 2758 |
Fr. Apulo Caesare C.
Popillio Laena consulibus
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So, with
these dark and violent stories rampant in camp, a fear of the Earth Mother
has seized the timber marking crews. The fear in the barracks is so thick
you can almost cut it with a pugio. It has the legionaries in its grip
and has moved me also to contemplate this potential threat. Could I also
be under the cloud of the Goddess's wrath? Without thinking
clearly, I reached for my penula hanging nearby on a peg, and slipped
it on as I quietly pushed the heavy winter door curtain to one side and
moved quickly out of the warm room and into a cold hallway. |
Seeing
who I was, they waved me through impatiently. But as I walked hurriedly
past, the younger guard called out, "Say one for me, lad!" The
older guard just grunted and again buried his nose in his cloak. I waved [to
be continued] |
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