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Authors: L.I. Albemont
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brief silence then Sylvie said, “Would you come with me?”
“Sylvie, I’m here with Brian. It’s just the two of us.”
“I understand. What’s your personal email address? I’m going to send you some documents the Brits accidentally sent with the Egyptian collection. They were never meant to be part of the collection at all but they may be relevant to this flu and I want you to keep them, print them if you can. There are more of them still at the Gallery. They could be really important.”
“Ok.”
“I’m leaving the originals that I do have here in my apartment near Dupont Circle. I live just off of Massachusetts, so if this ever ends would you be sure the originals are returned to the Gallery? I’m pretty sure the Brits will hunt me down in the afterlife if they don’t get them back.”
“I don’t understand.” Bea was at a loss as to why this was so important.
“That’s okay. I’m sending the email now. All the best to you and Brian. God bless.”
She rang off. Bea ate her cereal then turned her laptop on, waiting for it to boot up. Outside the snow continued to fall and she didn’t see anyone near the gates. The main house, picturesque in its wintry blanket, could have been on the front of a Christmas card. She thought about what lurked inside and shivered.
Logging on to her account, she scrolled to Sylvie’s email and clicked it. It had a large attachment and took a while to open. The first report she read was marked “Classified file” and looked like it had originally been created on a typewriter.
The following is a letter written circa 127 BC from Titus Darius Longinus, a soldier of the Roman forces stationed at the site of what is now known as Hadrian’s Wall in Scotland. This treasure trove of letters found at Vindolanda yields fascinating details of events and life at what would have been an isolated outpost of Roman civilization. The letters were written on thin, postcard-sized tablets made of local alder and birch wood, preserved only because the local soil was heavy clay.
Whilst there are other walls built by the Romans as defensive outposts and for border definition, Hadrian’s Wall is the most heavily fortified known and based on this one can argue the Romans considered the northern tribes the most dangerous. The events described below give us an insight into why.
“I wish you to know, my dear Father, that I arrived three days ago and have only now stolen a moment to sit upon the ramparts and tell you of my situation and this province. It is a land both green and cold. We reside in some safety behind the wall begun several years ago and its length grows daily through our efforts.
Before all else know that I pray daily for your health and for my mother, for Serenilla and her little daughter.
Upon arrival on shore, I gave thanks to the gods for my safe passage. I was immediately given four gold coins for my travel and, with my two fellow soldiers and some other travelers set my face north for there is my post. We made good time as the roads here, the few there are, are new and in good repair. I observed some of the native peoples captured as slaves. They are blue-eyed and tall with fair skin they like to dye blue and are known to us as Picti as they are painted. I know not what name they have for themselves.
By chance my arrival came at a time of renewed agitations on the border. The natives attack at night as this gives them advantage. The rain does not bother them and they have no armor to rust. I should tell you that when it is not pouring rain here, water drifts about in cold mists making everything continually wet. Despite the dampness here the ground itself, when dug from pits and cut into squares*, will burn, sending out a smoking heat with a somewhat pleasant smell. Tell my mother that she would not like the climate here, nevertheless.
To venture beyond the wall is unwise and, except for the scouts, prohibited. The wall itself is stout stone with a goodly
“Sylvie, I’m here with Brian. It’s just the two of us.”
“I understand. What’s your personal email address? I’m going to send you some documents the Brits accidentally sent with the Egyptian collection. They were never meant to be part of the collection at all but they may be relevant to this flu and I want you to keep them, print them if you can. There are more of them still at the Gallery. They could be really important.”
“Ok.”
“I’m leaving the originals that I do have here in my apartment near Dupont Circle. I live just off of Massachusetts, so if this ever ends would you be sure the originals are returned to the Gallery? I’m pretty sure the Brits will hunt me down in the afterlife if they don’t get them back.”
“I don’t understand.” Bea was at a loss as to why this was so important.
“That’s okay. I’m sending the email now. All the best to you and Brian. God bless.”
She rang off. Bea ate her cereal then turned her laptop on, waiting for it to boot up. Outside the snow continued to fall and she didn’t see anyone near the gates. The main house, picturesque in its wintry blanket, could have been on the front of a Christmas card. She thought about what lurked inside and shivered.
Logging on to her account, she scrolled to Sylvie’s email and clicked it. It had a large attachment and took a while to open. The first report she read was marked “Classified file” and looked like it had originally been created on a typewriter.
The following is a letter written circa 127 BC from Titus Darius Longinus, a soldier of the Roman forces stationed at the site of what is now known as Hadrian’s Wall in Scotland. This treasure trove of letters found at Vindolanda yields fascinating details of events and life at what would have been an isolated outpost of Roman civilization. The letters were written on thin, postcard-sized tablets made of local alder and birch wood, preserved only because the local soil was heavy clay.
Whilst there are other walls built by the Romans as defensive outposts and for border definition, Hadrian’s Wall is the most heavily fortified known and based on this one can argue the Romans considered the northern tribes the most dangerous. The events described below give us an insight into why.
“I wish you to know, my dear Father, that I arrived three days ago and have only now stolen a moment to sit upon the ramparts and tell you of my situation and this province. It is a land both green and cold. We reside in some safety behind the wall begun several years ago and its length grows daily through our efforts.
Before all else know that I pray daily for your health and for my mother, for Serenilla and her little daughter.
Upon arrival on shore, I gave thanks to the gods for my safe passage. I was immediately given four gold coins for my travel and, with my two fellow soldiers and some other travelers set my face north for there is my post. We made good time as the roads here, the few there are, are new and in good repair. I observed some of the native peoples captured as slaves. They are blue-eyed and tall with fair skin they like to dye blue and are known to us as Picti as they are painted. I know not what name they have for themselves.
By chance my arrival came at a time of renewed agitations on the border. The natives attack at night as this gives them advantage. The rain does not bother them and they have no armor to rust. I should tell you that when it is not pouring rain here, water drifts about in cold mists making everything continually wet. Despite the dampness here the ground itself, when dug from pits and cut into squares*, will burn, sending out a smoking heat with a somewhat pleasant smell. Tell my mother that she would not like the climate here, nevertheless.
To venture beyond the wall is unwise and, except for the scouts, prohibited. The wall itself is stout stone with a goodly
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