Promo: The Walls of Rome by Robert M. Kidd
Today, I'm delighted to welcome author Robert M. Kidd to Ruins & Reading. We're celebrating the 5th publication anniversary of his riveting historical adventure, The Walls of Rome.
I remember endless lessons in Latin, translating Hannibal's journey across the Alps – with elephants! So this novel should make for fantastic reading. Check out the excerpt below!
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Context:
Sphax first encounters Idwal on the battlefield beside the Rhodanus after the routing of the Volcae tribe. They will soon become good friends.
Extract:
‘Well, Sphax, as you see,’ and the chief half turned, gesturing theatrically towards the ranks of shields that had so far held firm, ‘my little army remains undefeated, and my warriors have not been scattered to the winds.’ The chief was half a head taller than him, with pale blue eyes and a fair complexion that reminded him of Fionn. ‘Why should I trust your words? Especially when you have broken the alliance my father made with your uncle.’
Sphax flushed. ‘That is a lie, Volca! Hannibal made no such agreement with your people.’ To Sphax’s astonishment, the chief coolly smiled at him.
‘But I am not Volcae, horseman. Though, like all Gauls, they are my cousins. I am Idwal, son of Cenno, Lord of the Cavari. Three weeks ago my father made an agreement with Hannibal to allow your army safe passage through our lands. I seem to remember your uncle paying my father generously in silver.’ In a flash Idwal’s smile disappeared. ‘Tell me, horseman, why should I now trust the word of any Carthaginian?’
For some moments Sphax had been so taken aback and confused by these revelations that he just stared. But he quickly regained his wits. ‘By the same token, Gaul, you have also broken this agreement by fighting alongside the Volcae. You can hardly blame us for our inability to distinguish a Volcae blade from a Cavari spear. As for trusting my word: in the past I too have regretted Carthaginian promises, but I am not a Carthaginian, I’m a Numidian. And as you will see if you lay down your weapons, Numidians are to be trusted. We keep our word.’ Sphax had an amusing thought. ‘There is of course a simple solution to our present dilemma. If you repay me the silver my uncle paid you, we can then kill you with a clear conscience!’
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