Dear diary,
It's my birthday
today and since I'm a noblewoman, I got a
new Torc, and it's sooo beautiful! It's a simple cable of woven silver* with
gold inlay and ornamentation at the clasp (something written in
Ogham and some earthly and heavenly symbols) and it fits
very tight around my neck. Dad told me, that it has the power to ward
off the curses of enemies and maleficent sorcerers, and that it
provides protection and courage.
I also got some
beautiful amber beads I can fasten to my braids (after I had lost my
favorite bead- the golden one- while practcing fighting in the woods). The amber comes from some country far, far
away, where it doesn't rain every day and sometimes the sun burns
really hot and people are weird- it's called something like Polen,
my aunt told me. She loves telling stories about those strange places
and everytime I see a foreign ship passing on the horizon I wonder,
if it's heading towards one of those unknown countries.
Only a few days ago she had gotten news from some cattle traders who had came by, telling her that our neighbors on Albion Britannica had been attacked by some skinny folks coming from the south, and that after some bloody battles they had taken over power. Apparently their leader had thought about occupying our island too, but those scaredy-cats (who by the way don't even bath with soap-how disgusting is that!**) thought we were some kind of horrible cannibals and that our island was a foggy place of gloom, surrounded by a sea of death. They even gave our beautiful green country a new name; Hibernia, land of winter. So I guess, we don't have to fear them.
Only a few days ago she had gotten news from some cattle traders who had came by, telling her that our neighbors on Albion Britannica had been attacked by some skinny folks coming from the south, and that after some bloody battles they had taken over power. Apparently their leader had thought about occupying our island too, but those scaredy-cats (who by the way don't even bath with soap-how disgusting is that!**) thought we were some kind of horrible cannibals and that our island was a foggy place of gloom, surrounded by a sea of death. They even gave our beautiful green country a new name; Hibernia, land of winter. So I guess, we don't have to fear them.
Yep, but now I really
have to go, mom just called, dinner is ready..!
torc- sacred adornment, a ring put around the neck
Ogham- celtic sign script used by druids
Albion Britannica- roman name for Brittain
Hibernia- roman name for Ireland
*silver-associated with the moon, gold-associated with the sun
**it's suspected that the celts, who were very clean people that bathed and washed their clothes regulary, had invented soap and later introduced it to the Romans