"This is a story of fiction and not a historic essay. All the characters are over eighteen years old"
My left hand and arm felt so heavy as I raised my sword once again to decapitate yet another Roman Mercenary. I wondered how much longer we could keep this up before the Romans would send their elite troops to face us and we would be forced to surrender to our enemy. My leather battle dress was battered and blood stained and the stench of death, blood and fire filled my nostrils. Once again a distant bugle blew and the Romans fell back. It was too much to believe they were retreating or surrendering. But their commander had decided to attack again at first light so his troops could at least sleep and return in the morning refreshed and ready to continue the siege of Londinium.
As I ordered my women to stand down and rest my mind went back to this time last year when I was celebrating my eighteenth birthday. I was about to be given away in marriage to the son of one of the village leaders on the other side of the river. My father had agreed to the wedding believing it would unite our two villages and make our tribe, the Trinovantes stronger in our struggle against the Canti. But that was before the Romans returned after the events in Camulodunum.
Everything was going well while the Iceni Tribe were happy to be governed in partnership with the Romans. But once their King, Prasutagus died and Boadicea, his wife sought to take over the throne it all changed. The Romans would not negotiate with a woman and some say they raped her daughters in front of her before raping her. Whatever the truth she escaped, raised an army and while the Roman governor Gaius Suetonius Paulinus was leading a campaign to Llanfairpwll she joined with members of our tribe. Together they burnt Camulodunum to the ground before marching on Silchester.
The Romans sent reinforcements and fortified Londinium an event that threw us and our old enemies the Canti into an alliance. The Romans launched their first attack during my betrothal and my promised fiancé was killed as were my parents and many of our warriors. But I escaped along with others and quickly learned the art of fighting.
The battles were fierce and everyday news reached us that Boadicea was on her way. But we believed that when she did come she would find nothing but our bodies. Despite our certain defeat were determined we would take as many Romans with us as we could.
The next day the elite forces arrived and it was the beginning of the end. Many of our men bravely fell in battle as did our women folk. The men who were captured were sent to Rome to be trained as gladiators while the younger girls were sent to the brothels.
The Romans returned the next day and attacked from three positions. Our archers were no match for theirs but we tried our best. Once I knew defeat was inevitable I with three other girls sneaked into the surrounding countryside where we watched the massacre unfolding.
Two of my companions, members of the Canti Tribe went south to try to alert their people and I never saw them again. I and my lifelong friend Virulan laid in wait until night fell. Under cover of darkness we made our way to the outskirts of the Roman camp where three mercenaries were standing guard. We crept up on them and swiftly dispatched them.
Suddenly I saw the Commander's tent about fifty yards away. Our leather tops and skirts make very little noise so it was easy to move fast without being detected. The Commander's tent only had one guard outside and the fool was half asleep. When Virulan left me to create a diversion at the other end of the encampment we hugged each other because we knew this might be our last day in this current lifetime.
Stealthily I crept to the guard and in one swift movement held his mouth closed with my right hand while I plunged my dagger into his throat and neck. He looked at me in shock and horror before sitting back in his chair where he died instantly. It was all over in less than four seconds.
Entering the tent I saw the Commander lying naked on his bed of firs. His huge cock looked like an onion plant poking through the soil and I drew my sword intending to severe it from his body as a blade cuts a lettuce.
The commander was a light sleeper and as he awoke he looked at me and I knew immediately he was no mercenary because he spoke my language. "You do know if you kill me all of the prisoners we have captured will be crucified don't you?" I moved my blade nearer its target and he just stared at me. "Go ahead, do it! I don't care; the gods will care for me."
