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Ancient Britain - The Ancient Cultures of Britain. Map of Ancient Britain, showing the Celtic tribes, and Roman roads, 369NE

Ancient Britain – The Ancient Cultures of Britain. Map of Ancient Britain, showing the Celtic tribes, and Roman roads, 369 AD

Marcus Lucius nodded and left the camp every day with a good feeling about the progress of the legionnaires. The less amused they were about the trainings the more convinced Marcus Lucius was that Rufus’s methods were right. Relieved and with a short movement of the hand, Marcus Lucius indicated to Nerva to follow him for the second round of patrolling. They got new horses and rode away.

During the first days, the locals were very suspicious about the two strangers on horses. The rumours spread like thunder and some residents from the villages walked miles to see the Romans suspicious to them. At first, Marcus Lucius could only understand single words. Then, he understood the context, even though he wasn’t able to listen and grasp every word. He wasn’t sure when he had learnt the local language. He could make out at least three dialects. It was possible that he had inhaled the unknown language when he was a boy. He didn’t grasp it with purpose.

The local inhabitants commented louder and louder what they were thinking about the soldiers with the shiny helmets. They nagged about the missing security and the guff of having a Roman camp so close to their houses and so unpractical for protecting the people from the tribes from the North. They were afraid of increasing incidents with the men from the North. They wished to have more protection, and if the Romans would not protect them, then they didn’t wish to have them around. The popular discontent ruled in the eyes of the locals. It sounded the same way disharmonious like the preference of Prokofiev for daring dissonances and unusual chord combinations.

Marcus Lucius and Nerva didn’t comment on anything, they didn’t exchange any remarks while patrolling. The locals were loud and visibly showed their unhappiness while standing in the doors of their small, stony, houses with thatched roofs. Marcus Lucius listened carefully and Nerva couldn’t lose the impression that he was planning something. It was unusual for Marcus Lucius being quiet for so long. He didn’t utter any welcoming words or any commands. His orders were communicated with limited gestures. It was a very uncomfortable state and Nerva hoped it would change soon. He was not the greatest listener himself, but he needed contact with others as every human being. After two weeks of mutual observation without talking, something strange and unconventional happened.