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In 43 CE Roman conquest of Britannia seems all but certain — until a chance meeting between King Prasutagus of the Iceni and a runaway slave of royal decent from the Aedui tribe in Gaul changes the fate of the British islands forever.
Based on the accounts of Roman historian Tacitus and supplemented with archaeology presented by the BBC.
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For children, teens, and adults age 10 and up
Includes K-8 study guide for students, educators, and home-schools. Lessons: geography, reading comprehension, critical thinking skills
Targeted Age Group:: age 10 and up
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Boudicca came about after discussing women’s history with a friend and discovering how few people know about the amazing contributions of women across history. In particular I chose Queen Boudicca because I love her story of courage and heroism. Ancient British cultures believed in equality between women and men, cultures, incomes, and so forth. She gave her life defending Britain from the Romans. That’s inspiring!
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
My prologue and epilogue characters are a 5th century mother and daughter from the Dobunni tribe coping with the Saxon invasions. They enable me to tell Boudicca’s story from a British point of view. The rest of my characters are directly historical. In some cases, where we simply do not know the names (example: Tacitus, typical to Roman sensibilities, did not tell us the names of Boudicca’s daughters), I gave these persons names from names known to be popular at the time.
Seven days after the destruction of Londinium, Gaius Suetonius Paullinus assembled a mighty force from the fourteenth legion, veterans of the twentieth, and other available Roman forces for a final and decisive confrontation with the ‘killer queen’ as the legionaries called her. Choosing a carefully strategic field surrounded by thick forest so that the Britons could only engage the Romans from a single, narrow opening safe from the sort of ambushes the tribes proved themselves so skillful at, the governor ordered his powerful legionaries into the center of the battlefield with cavalry and more lightly armed troops standing nearby on the wings and concealed in the woods.
As the Britons approached, Gaius Suetonius Paullinus addressed his forces proudly, “Despise the savage barbarians, men of Rome, how they scream and shout to strike fear in your hearts. Do not listen to their cries. What are these warriors of Britannia? Women, soulless creatures without proper weapons, without your disciplined training. They know nothing of order or glory! They are weak children who gladly will flee the moment they see true warriors working together with joined and flaming swords wrought of the victories we have all forged together with our blood and valor. Against you, they cannot stand for they fight as individuals – but we fight together with one voice. Among their multitudes, only few have the strength to pursue honorable combat against you. Destroy these and the rest will fall away. Hold your formations and strike them with your swords and javelins, knowing they cannot hurt you. For today the field is ours. We shall be victorious! VICTORY OR DEATH!”
“VICTORY OR DEATH!” chanted the legionaries in battle fury.
Across the field, Boudicca drove her chariot in front of her people, her daughters safely with her, “Women and men of Britain, warriors, friends, and allies. Come now to the cause of liberty and freedom for all the tribes. Remember the savage brutality of Rome – against druid priestesses and priests whose only crimes were of the heart and soul – against our belief in freedom and liberty – not for a few but all people, women and men, nobles and commoners, druids, farmers, crafts people, and all the many ranks and talents of our society. We who dare see sacredness in the faces of all, who war with one another, yet cherish life. We who see glory and honor not in just the deeds of a few, but the deeds of the many, no matter how great or small. We see honor and goodness in individuals and refuse to give up our personal liberties for the advantages of a perceived majority. And yes, we treasure our daughters. In Rome, it is said, many daughters are left to die just because they are girls. Only boys, they say, are fully human. Look at me now and see through the lies of these Romans. Remember our teachings, our customs, that which make us who we are. No matter what the goddesses and gods bring us this day, hold tight in your heart all that we hold dear. Remember the way that Romans treat our people: raping our virgin daughters as mine were in front of all of us, flogging those who dare stand up against them as I was, and killing or enslaving all who refuse to bend knee to them. Do not bend your knees to Rome. Do not give in to the comforts they promise you should you simply conform to their ways. For slavery – of the soul and the flesh – are all they can give you.
“But we will not give in. We refuse to be slaves. Together we rose against them – and won. Camulos, Cathubodva, the Morrígan all stand with us for our cause is righteous! See the ravens circling above? Soon the ravens shall feast on Roman flesh. Behold our warlike spirits! With ravens do we soar – in prayerful victory around the bonfires – or among the glorious dead. Life as slaves we do now refuse. Victory or death are our only choices. On this I am resolved, a woman, a queen, a Briton!”
Laurel A. Rockefeller was born and raised in Lincoln, Nebraska where she received her bachelor of arts from the University of Nebraska at Lincoln in writing, psychology, and medieval and Asian history. In 2009 she joined Yahoo Voices where she writes non-fiction articles covering a broad range of topics. In August, 2012 Laurel launched the Peers of Beinan medieval science fiction series with book one, “The Great Succession Crisis,” book one of the Anlei’s Legacy trilogy. In March 2014 she launched the “Legendary Women of World History” series. Laurel currently lives in western Pennsylvania with her beloved cockatiel.