More than XX years!

Greetings, Reader ! I am Flavia and I have compiled the journals of Claudia Celtica after much work.


The work has never been weary as her journals fascinate me. She reveals an astounding fact about the momentous events of 60, one that would have all the scribes set to re-writing the Historia of Brittannia

The mystery surrounding her disappearance taxes me sorely, and as each year passes by I wonder if I will ever solve the enigma.

To speak truth I wonder if she may still be out there, somewhere, in the wilds of that inhospitable damp island, unable to scrape together the price of postage to Rome. I pray to Juno that she may be safe

But here in my tablinium on this midnight dreary as I ponder weak and weary over many a quaint and curious scroll - and I start nodding, nearly napping, and I think I hear a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

And I turn, expecting to see my dear friend enter, pins cascading from her hair, tunica dishevelled, a large jug of cheap Thracian wine under one arm


Alas, I have waited more than XX years