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Twenty thousand words of careful knitting to make the Dumnonian bits of Eagle of the Ninth add up neatly to the existing proven archaeology, but they had to keep digging.


But at least this is first century.  As long as they don't find anything second century, I can assume it was all abandoned.  *crosses fingers* 
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I finally finished and posted my story in which both the main characters of Eagle of the Ninth are dead, and Cottia is extremely old and solves crimes in the Downs like a second-century Miss Marple with the aid of Servius Placidus's great grandson!

Sixty years after the Eagle of the Ninth, Cottia still lives on the farm in the Downs that she, Marcus and Esca set up together. Britain is in confusion after four years of civil war across the Empire. The great house of Placidus backed the wrong imperial claimant, and now young Servius Placidus, the last of a long line, is on the run from the newly-established Emperor Severus's revenge. Then one of Severus's men is found dead....

Read on Ao3 It's 18618 words. Nobody has sex.

Now with some lovely art by [livejournal.com profile] emisolde!
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Clearly the original residents did not call it that.   I'm guessing it doesn't have a documented original name, or at least I can't find one from hasty rummaging.

If you think it has a Latin name that I've missed, what's it called?   If you think it doesn't have a (known) Latin name, what might be a good name for someone in 197AD to use for it?

(The word Fishbourne sounds and looks Saxon. So It Will Not Do. It is Just Wrong. I know that Chichester is the rather magnificent Noviomagus Regnensium, but I need a separate name for the Palace.)
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Notes for The White Hare

The Eagle of the Ninth was published in 1953 - Rosemary Sutcliff's first Roman Britain book. She hadn't realised that there was no archaeology at the time that supported the idea that Exeter had a Roman occupation, and was delighted to find out, later on, that 'traces of the Second Legion were being dug up all over the city'.

Snag is, it turns out now that a lot more excavating has been done that the Second Legion occupation of Exeter was in the first century, not the second, when Eagle of the Ninth is set. It looks like the Second Legion campaigned successfully in the Southwest, then left. By the time Marcus was supposed to be posted to Isca, they had moved elsewhere, leaving their huge legionary fortress on the Red Mount largely empty, and Isca Dumnoniorum was a city served by an aqueduct (although exactly how developed it was is not entirely clear, because of medieval ground clearances which have removed a lot of the Roman bits).

Read more...and more... and more! To the point of mild monomania, possibly. )
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« Back to Part 1

Esca shook his head, as if coming out of deep water. “You served in Isca Dumnoniorum yourself,” he said. “Don’t you remember hearing anything about hares while you were here?”

“Well, I was not there for very long,” said Marcus, “and I don’t think that the people I knew in Isca – the people who might have known about the sacred things – I don’t think they would have talked to me about something like that. Even the people I thought I knew...well, I was very young, and very new to the country.”
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Notes Here
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New Year's parties are, frankly, my idea of hell on earth, so here is a ridiculous story about the Tribune Placidus in an absurd fake moustache that I wrote while I was more or less ignoring the New Year. Happy 2014!

warnings: Placidus being... well, Placidus, and a bit creepy, honestly.
Word Count: 1070
Inspired by motetus's awesome card here: http://i.imgur.com/G8DaOJV.jpg
In which the Tribune Servius Placidus goes undercover in a ridiculous fake moustache, and learns that Yorkshire girls should really not be messed with.

(When Marcus asks Placidus what he thinks of Britain, Placidus replies "The girls are well enough, and the hunting. For the rest - Roma Dea! I can bear to leave it behind me!". I wondered which girls he had met, and how...)
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For a series of whodunnits, in which a very elderly Cottia investigates mysteries around the South Downs, with young Servius Placidus from the Horses of the Chalk story that I wrote, as her sidekick.  Because, I love genteel whodunnits. And I love Roman whodunnits. And elderly ladies investigating crimes.  So, surely the best thing of all would be a Genteel Roman Whodunnit with an ancient lady detective!

Whether this will actually get written is another matter, but I felt the idea was so pleasing I would at least make a note of it here.
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Title: Different for Boys
warnings: late pregnancy is not much fun.
Word Count: 1500

Summary:   A very pregnant Cottia realises that marriage to Marcus may not be the escape she had hoped, but talking to Esca helps.

I really should have got this beta'd before posting it, but I wrote it for the ninth-eagle fanmedia challenge, and ended up posting it well after the official deadline and only about 40 minutes before the really really mean it deadline, so there was So Much No Time.  Apparently I still have Lots of Thoughts about this book!

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Notes, in which I witter on about Cottia and Esca a bit )
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Title: Coming Home for the Summer
Rating: gen
Characters: Marcus Flavius Aquila, Flavius Aquila (jr) Cara Flavia(?) Aquila, Cottia, Esca
Word Count: 1169
Summary: Marcus has been to Calleva to sort things out after Uncle Aquila's lamented but hardly premature death, taking his two older children along with him.  This is a brief scene on the way home.  Not much happens, but... you get to see Marcus being a dad?

Written for the ninth-eagle fanmedia challenge, inspire by the photo of the stream, and if I'm honest, also by this song which despite its prosaic origin as an advert for sausages, has got stuck in my head.
Warnings : written in a hurry even by my usual slipshod standard, and unbeta'd.
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I am at a loss to explain this really. I have been practicing drawing human faces for some time now and it... really isn't working.   I look at pictures I have drawn of faces, and they really are pretty terrible.  One day, I was looking at a post by [livejournal.com profile] jabberworks where she had drawn all the people as rabbits,   and I thought - actually, rather than trying to draw things I cannot draw, maybe I should just make them all be things I can draw?   Or, you know, more or less draw, anyway.

I'm not sure if that actually helps with the explaining.
Please don't expect
a) sense
b) much of a plot.

and if you start thinking about this as a real slave-holding society, the whole thing quickly becomes somewhat disturbing, but let us ignore that.

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About: It's 117 AD. The Ninth Legion march North into the mists. All the tribes of the North rise against them.
Words: 3303
Starring: Marcus Flavius Aquila (Senior),  Tradui of the Seal People, Cunoval ap Cunomor

(Actually, Cunoval only gets a walk-on part, but in my head he has a lot to say. )
From Marcus Flavius Aquila, Primus Pilus of the First Cohort of the Ninth Hispana

Dear Mouse
I am sorry that it has been some time since my last letter. Things continue to be difficult here, and it has got worse since the news of the Emperor’s death reached us, so that it has been hard to find the time to write a proper letter.

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NotesIn which I become ridiculously excited that the archaeology appears to back up my fanfic.  )


Jul. 14th, 2013 11:37 pm
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I have not achieved much today - too hot! I tried to finish my story about Druim and the Arcani, and again failed dismally.  I just can't decide where it should be going: it has a setup and a plot, but I can't get my head around characters, somehow.  This is the reverse of my usual situation of having characters and setting, but no plot.  Perhaps I should give up on it and write something for the Eagle fanmedia challenge instead.  I'm tempted by the idea of Old Tradui, (played by an aging Tom Baker, of course) telling a series of increasingly improbable and wild tales about the adventures of his youth.

 I thought about painting, but didn't.  I considered working on one of the websites I volunteer to help out with, and - didn't.  I drank an enormous quantity of iced coffee and lolled about the house, watered the greenhouse and mowed a lawn.

 But I did assemble two of these lightshades, each composed of 30 identical plastic bits.

Which felt like an achievement of a sort.


Apr. 21st, 2013 11:00 am
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The title of 'centurion' in the second-century AD Roman army seems to cover a pretty broad range of jobs - Wikipedia seems to think from about the equivalent of a modern British army lieutenant, up to about the equivalent of a major.

I have a character who has a background among the provincial aristocracy (not quite equestrian, but a rich family),  has served as an Auxiliary centurion for a while, and is now doing a pretty responsible/important job, reporting direct to the provincial governor.   I think he is still called a Centurion (even though he's presumably getting paid quite a lot) because he's not quite at equestrian level, and he's a career soldier who has been promoted.

When I am writing about him, I feel I need a way to refer to him that somehow communicates:  'This is a Very Important Centurion' to make it clear that he is In Charge, and other centurions are reporting to him. Any suggestions?
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I have just realised I haven't written any fiction since October! Did I run out of things to write, going on and on about Roman Egypt in Splendid Things Gleam in the Dust...?  It was a bit long, I hope I haven't run out of words! 
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So here is my final set of art created for the  [livejournal.com profile] eagle_rbb !  [livejournal.com profile] sineala has written a rather lovely story for the original artwork here: An Unexpected Omen.    

Cut for paintings and complaining )
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Rashly, I signed up to the [livejournal.com profile] eagle_rbb as both an artist and a writer, and made a painting in acrylics that I hoped would inspire someone to write something interesting.  [livejournal.com profile] jain took my prompt and wrote this story, all filled with atmospheric mists.
I wish I'd had a bit more time to make pictures for it, but I did manage...

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About : When Marcus and Esca have to make a trip to Egypt, they find the ancient land hides dangers they had not expected.
Words : 16669 excluding notes, wtf brain?
Written for: eagle-rbb 2012

This is the longest thing I have written in one go, and to be honest, it could, with terrifying ease, have been much longer.  It kept growing more plot in a thoroughly alarming way.  There are so many lovely original sources for Egypt, all full of ideas!  The source that I started with was either a prayer, or a sort of spell:

"A Plea to a Local God for a Husband's Attentions.
It is Esrmpe, the [daughter] of Kllaouc, who is complaining about Hor, the [son] of Tanesneou.

“My lord Osiris, lord of Hasro! I complain to you, do justice to me and Hor, the son of Tanesneou, concerning what I have done to him and what he has done to me. Namely, he does not make love with me, I having no power, I having no protector-son. I am unable to help myself, I am childless. There is no one who could complain concerning me before you because of Hor … I complain to you … Osiris, listen to my call! Look how he has treated me! Open the way for your messengers … Osiris, lord of Abydos, Osiris … Isis … Ophois, Hathor, nurse of Anubis the Osiride, the cowherd of … do justice to me!”

Frankly, it only got odder from that point in...

Lovely images supplied by [livejournal.com profile] ningloreth, who also beta'd and supplied many helpful thoughts on things like mudbrick building techniques and whether one can really write a whole fiction all about the issues around dutiful and legally-correct incest without it becoming a bit ... icky, and has generally been a lot of fun to collaborate with!
Thanks also to [livejournal.com profile] seascribe for betaing and helping me work out how to get to the end (which at one point I feared I would never reach...)

Although this is an Eagle of the Ninth story, it also owes a lot to Gillian Bradshaw's Roman Egypt novel, Cleopatra's Heir, which I love, and is set about a hundred and sixty years earlier.  If anyone has read that, yes, it IS no coincidence that Claudius Hieronimianus says he has a Friend of the King, Egyptian traders and Roman citizens among his ancestors.  He doesn't know the whole story, of course.
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Now concerning the insulting allegations he made about me: he shut up his own daughters and mine, along with my foster daughters and his agent and his son for seven whole days in his cellars, and treated his slaves and my slave Zoe violently, virtually killing them with blows. He stripped my foster-daughters naked and set fire to them, in complete violation of the law.

I'm really quite glad to hear that all of this was 'in violation of the law'.   At least, I'm assuming that the whole thing was contrary to the laws, not just the foster-daughter-roasting part of it. 

" And he kept on saying that 'a month from now I'm going to take a mistress for myself'"

You really would think that the mistress part of things would simply be a relief after the first paragraph. 

From here


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