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Spot the Barbarian…A fundamental law “B” is for Barbarian

After doing a series of complex and quite, in Robs words “ethereal”, posts about the nature of history, Constantine and philosophy I thought I would do a light hearted look at Barbarians and Romans.

We have been looking at pictures of Trajans Column for a few weeks now and I feel the need to share with you a simple rule that might help you distinguish civilized Romans from everyone else.

So the first rule is that the Barbarians have not bothered to shave before the big battle whilst the Romans have got up nice and early, had a shower, shave and breakfast before making a decent effort on the battlefield.

Gallic cavalry take trophies from the battlefield

Compare and contrast their faces

So the important thing to note is that “B” is for Beards and “B” is for Barbarian.  So this is a general rule that should help you if you need to work out if the person in front of you is a barbarian or a proper person.

Next have a look at this battle field.

Got your hands full? Don't want to lose your trophy? Use your mouth...

In this picture are Barbarians fighting auxiliary   Auxiliary are barbarians who are recruited into the army and will gained citizenship on successful completion of service.  One of them has a Dacian head in his mouth.  So here we can see that all the barbarians are wearing trousers so that gives us a hint of another rule to help us.  Quickly compare this with the image below and you note that the Emperor is wearing a tunica.  In the picture below you can see a group of Roman legionaries, bona fide Roman Citizens and they too are wearing tunicas.  Now the latin word for trousers is braccae and here we see it again.  “B” is for barbarian “B” is for braccae.  Its a fundamental law.

Soldiers building a road

What historical event would you attend if you were able to time travel? Paulinus Victory

My last post about spending the night before the last battle between Boadicas forces and the Romans has attracted a lot of positive attention and  I have considered another moment in history I would have liked to witness.

In 60AD Paulinus was the Governor of Britain and it was going really well for him.  The Celts were subjugated, their chiefs falling under Romes spell and influence and he was on the verge of eliminating the Druids.  The Druids were a very important pillar of Celtic resistance, they kept the culture alive, held influence and engaged the Celtic soul, they needed to go if Roman authority was to thrive.

Paulinus took his forces to Anglesy leaving only a token force to protect the rest of Britain he went to secure Britain from the metaphysical threat posed by Druids.  He was successful, we don’t have Druids anymore.  Genecide, frowned upon in the modern world, was in the ancient world the kind of thing you give medals for.  He was probably feeling quite good about his prospects as he wandered through the burning, body filled groves until the messenger found him.

The messenger had, bad news.  The Celts had risen up in revolt and were very very angry.  This was not just a little local upset this was potentially the end of Roman Britain and with that the loss the grain supply that enabled the Romans to hold the Rhine, the raw materials to build the weapons and armour for the Dacian war and the slaves that would enable the Romans to live a life of ease.  He quickly returned to the Colchester to put down the revolt only to discover that  the vetrans colony was not there anymore, the temple was burnt down with the citizens inside and the population was mascaraed.

Masacrared populations were not unwelcome to the Romans, but when it was their population that was a different matter.  Paulinus was furious.  Burning the Temple was an insult to the Imperial Cult, killing of veterans was an insult to the army and his inability to protect both civilians and veterans was a clear invitation for other peoples to revolt.  He moved on to London and had a shock.

It was at London that the scope of the problem became clear.  The enemy numbered in excess of 120, 000 and were moving to eliminate the Roman state.  They killed tax collectors, administrators and, on the negative side, citizens, veterans and British collaborators.  His position was not good.  He had about fifteen thousand soldiers with him.  So he called for reinforcements.  One legion was ambushed and totally destroyed, to the last man.  Taticus describes this as a period where the Romans were were fighting not for victory but for their lives.  Force marched into the fens and just vanished into the mist and the legion at Exceter did not move out of the city.  For the Governor this was not a good day at the office.  Not only was his province falling apart he would have to explain himself to the Emperor and Nero was not the most forgiving of managers.

Evacuation was the only option.  He told the citizens that he was leaving and urged them to follow.  About half of them did and the other half stayed and died when the Celts descended on the city.  After a few days he was joined by more Roman forces swelling his force by about ten thousand and about this time Jupiter smile on him.

He found a battlefield, now lost in the mist of time, that he could work with and waited for the Celts who were hot on his trail fresh from destroying St Albans.  Night fell and the battle was set for the morning.  The Romans prepared and listened as the Celts drank, sang and laughed long into the night.

Did Paulinus sleep that night?  Could he have?  Imagine the stake, the province of Britain could be lost if his twenty five thousand could not stand against the Celtic one hundred and twenty thousand.  Was he right to try? to risk his hand or should he evacuate the Romans and commit himself to suicide?  The next day his pitiful force faced the Celts.

Now, with the benefit of hindsight it seems obvious that with all their advantages the Romans would win.  Heavy infantry against light infantry usually ends one way.  But on that day it seemed that the Romans would be swept into the sea but as the sun set Paulinus was still standing.  Eighty thousand Celts lay dead, among them Boadicea at a cost of four hundred Roman fatalities and the  Governors world had turned from disaster to gold.  Paulinus had, through discipline, self belief and skill snatched victory from the belly of defeat.

What historical event would you attend if you were able to time travel?

I would go to the Celtic camp the night before the last battle between Boadicea and Paulinus.  I know it is morbid but at that impossible moment it seemed that the golden age of heroes had returned.

A generation after the invasion and subjection of the country by the Romans things were looking poor for the celts.  They were being taxed, they were paying for a temple in honour of Claudius who had conquered them and their land was being confiscated by the Romans for a veteran colony.  Then the Romans broke their word to Boadicea, took her land, raped her daughters and whipped her.  They sowed the whirlwind and it broke on them.

The Celts rose up, united for the first time in generations to avenge the honour of a wronged queen.  They had put tax collectors, administrators and other grey people to the sword then given the collaborators and quislings a robust talking to.  Then they fell on the veterans destroying them and the towns of London and Colchester.   Paulinus returned from Anglesey to discover his province on the verge of disaster.  He decided to advance towards the rear with the celts on his tail.

Days later the two sides faced each other on a lost battlefield ready to fight in the morning.  The night before the celts celebrated.  They drank, they boasted, they sang and dreamed that their world would change.  They imagined that with the destruction of this last Roman Army they would usher in new golden age, of heroes, of honour and pride and manliness and all the things that the Romans had taken from them.

Little did they imagine that their leaders were already squabbling amongst themselves, that the Romans had chosen this battlefield to end forever the freedoms of the Celts and that after the battle the Romans would engage in retributions that would put an end to celtic dreaming forever.

The battle began between a 120,000 strong celtic force and 25,ooo Romans who in the course of the battle destroyed the celts leaving 80,000 dead on the field compared to 400 Roman fatalites.

But that is the morning now anything could happen till the morning I would like to share those impossible dreams, that passion for honour and freedom.  Till the break of dawn I would share the dreams of a vanquished people.

This post is mirrored in a later post where I imagine seeing the moment when Romans won the battle against the Celts in the face of impossible odds.

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