Ancient Rome, Casa Sannitica, Celtic language related to modern Welsh, house at Herculaneum, house from the 1st Century AD, inhabitants of Britain, settlement in Britannia, Well preserved Roman house, York in North Yorkshire
Over five thousands legionnaires stayed in Eboracum permanently in an area of 50 acres which was the standard size for a legionary fortress with a standard square defensive boundary. The legionnaires provided trading opportunities for local people, and the business went so well that a civilian settlement grew around the fortress especially on its south-east side. Civilians also settled on the opposite side of the Ouse, initially along the main road from Eboracum to the south-west. There, few yards away from the main road, was a spacey, stone house, one of the biggest in the area. Marcus Lucius was sure the choice was made by Maxentius. He used to dream about having power and appropriate insignia to show off. Having lived all those years in her father’s house, Julia was used to so much space and luxury. Marcus Lucius didn’t like the excess mother preferred. He liked the simplicity of living in the army. He liked the straight hierarchy and the plain order.
The settlement in Britannia evolved into York, located in North Yorkshire, England. The inhabitants of Britain at this time spoke a Celtic language related to modern Welsh. Julia didn’t understand them at all. The dialect was too different to all the languages she knew. She rarely had the opportunity to communicate with people outside of the villa she had to live in. She didn’t mind to stay captured within the walls of the house. She felt better there than if she would have to go out and be involved into the social life of the society here. She wanted to keep her distance.
In Britannia, she was confronted with conditions allowing convergence between moist maritime air influenced by the Atlantic Ocean and dry continental air. Most of the times, the temperature varied extremely, wasn’t stable, and the weather was unsettled with rainy periods more than once during a single day. The upcoming end of the summer didn’t bring polar air masses yet, but there was enough wind to bring cold dry air from somewhere far, far away. Compared to Naples, Eboracum was definitely not sunnier throughout the year, but clearly wetter. Julia connected the wet touch with the perceived coldness. She was familiarized with the fact that the east coast of the Italian peninsula was not as wet as the west coast, and usually colder in the winter. However, Britannia seemed to be much colder and more unpleasant, even though it wasn’t even winter yet. It was the end of August and she was already freezing in her summer dresses. She didn’t like it here so much. She tried not to show her attitude and hoped that nobody noticed it.
When she moved into the stony, cold, windy house, she used to walk covered with a long, warm blanket. She didn’t have any proper dresses. She wasn’t sure whether it was acceptable to buy new clothes. She didn’t want to spend Maxentius’s money. Her own assets were lost during the ambush. Apparently, the Barbarians stole two wagons and burnt three. Almost all slaves were killed and as consolation, almost all of Julia’s slaves had already been sent to Britannia directly. It was Maxentius’ idea, who wanted to intimidate her by taking away everything that was familiar to her. He took her away from her father’s home, he sent away her servants and then, he stole her feeling of security and her dignity. She became so insecure that she didn’t feel well with any initiative growing in her t mind.
Additionally, she wasn’t sure what type of person Marcus Lucius really was and how he would react to her wishes. However, Marcus Lucius surprisingly paid attention and observed how Julia behaved. Apparently, he noticed that she didn’t eat much. Therefore, he announced changes during the very first day in their new house. It was a short speech about meal times. Marcus Lucius ordered to eat breakfast shortly after sunrise. Dinner should be served briefly before sunset. Julia had to be present during both meals and so, Marcus Lucius could control her eating habits. When she didn’t eat up everything, he kept sitting at the table as if he waited for her to decide whether she really gave up eating or whether it was just a pause. Julia felt his eyes on her and wasn’t sure how she should react to it. She wasn’t sure what he thought or felt about her.
After the news was spread that Maxentius was attacked and injured, he got the time to rest and to recover. He had to go out once a day to greet the camp, which didn’t take a lot of time, and he arranged with the local commander, Cornelius Fabius, that he might come back to the position, he was supposed to take over, with the beginning of winter, approximately in ten weeks. Cornelius, a man of age comparable to Julia’s father, was a friendly, but rough man with a middle-strong handshake. He showed understanding for Marcus Lucius’s arrival in a litter as well as for the bandaged head that kept Marcus Lucius’s face partially hidden. The news that Maxentius got wounded in the head had already spread. Any bandage or helmet weren’t any excuse, but a confirmation.