Northern tribal
Yearning for distant lands ~ republished from 2022
Gaius Julius stood, overlooking the Northern Sea, with his friend Marcus Antonius. It was a bright, clear day and they could see the white cliffs of the land beyond.
“I will have it, Marcus.”
“Gaius, you have just conquered the Gauls. Must you possess the world, entire?”
“They say it is a land of tin and gold.”
“I have heard it is a land of savages, who paint their faces with blue-coloured shit.”
“Marcus, have you no appreciation of the nobility of tribal peoples?”
“What do they call these nobles of yours?”
“You said it yourself: ‘Britani,’ the painted faces.”
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Raymond G Taylor
Author based in Margate on the English Kent coast, having moved from London. Known for his short stories and flash fiction, as well as poetry and non-fiction writing on subjects such as art, science, technology and the human condition
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