The Ninth Legion ‘Hispana’, the lost legion of Rome that marched into the murky fog of history and into legend. The nature of its disappearance in the early second century AD – if it ever truly disappeared at all – has sparked a wealth of interest from the media and academia, as a result it is now immortalised in thousands of words of print and rolls of film.
Britain is a wealth of treasure; it glitters not with gold, but with stories. It holds tales of the mundane, the horrific, and the mesmerising.
In order to discover whether the Roman occupation of Britain actually was as seismic a shift in history as portrayed within many circles. We must first look at the very thing which helps us wade through history, archaeology itself.
William Shakespeare and his plays are, in themselves, a paradox. In the fantastical literary works, we are given old stories, with quilled magic touched upon them. Yet when we delve past those wholesome words, and in trying to find the man behind the bard, the extremely fragmentary pieces of personality discovered only seem to compound and deepen the mystery, shrouding him evermore in darkness.
The idea of single combat in the Roman Empire immediately evokes the powerful image of the gladiator standing over a downed opponent, his gladius raised for the glory of the patron of the games, the crowds embroiled with the bloodlust so easily awakened.
William Shakespeare, the majestic bard, the enchanting poet, the ethereal playwright, and supposed inventor or first recorded user of dozens of words in the English language that are still used today, words like ‘leapfrog’ and ‘distinguishable’.
Robin Hood may not have a place in the true historical record, but it is fair to assume that the legends themselves hold a special place in history. This is not an unearthing of a great secret as to the ‘real’ Robin Hood, nor is it a comprehensive covering of the legends themselves with listless conjecture and debate.
I welcome you back to this journey where we attempt to follow in the footsteps of the armoured shadows of the Roman empire. Defeated men yet still potent in their violent majesty, taken at the battle of Carrahe in 53BC and marched by exotic dragons dripping with silk into the soft and dangerous mirage. And as with so many over the millennia, their souls destined to be lost amongst those of the remembered. But as we have seen before, maybe this isn’t quite true.
In the lastest instalment, we set the scene and introduced the players. Now it is time for us to delve ever deeper into the mystery and enter the murky world where science and legend may walk hand in hand once more. Welcome to the 2nd act of a lost Roman legion in China.
The year was 53 BC, Caesar was enforcing civilisation in Gaul and the politics of empire danced their dangerous dance around the Vestal flame. In the midst of this turbulence, 10,000 ravaged, beaten and humiliated soldiers of a once proud Roman army were marched under the yoke into the mists of time, never to be heard of again……or were they?
In the year of our Lord 2011, a silence fell like a shadow over Egypt, a silence so loud it’s roar was heard around the world. Like something straight from the walls of one of the great monuments, our newspapers and televisions produced hieroglyphics that depicted an age of larger than life characters and of political and social revolution, the likes of which we have difficulty in believing in the 21st Centuries ability to produce such events in a bloody and somewhat nonchalant attitude, reminiscent of events we deem to stay in history books.
The positions available to archaeologists diminishes all the time, yet people around the world still hear the calling of the
Music is a cognitive recognition of the primitive elements in all of us, the exact same primitive elements that have existed all through our evolution, love, greed, loss, jealousy, hate.
How the Vikings played out a saga of epic exploration and experiment, only for the daggers of reality to seep