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That's 20% off your first purchase with Code Short History at LiquidIV. It is the year 60 AD in an iron Age village in the marshlands of eastern England. Sunset is falling. A tall woman with long, loose hair wearing leather leggings, makes her way between thatched roundhouses. Their conical roofs rise up from the ground to peaks twice her height where smoke puffs from chimney holes. The smell of roasting meat kindles her hunger. She's been working all day with horses and chariots and is still carrying her metal tipped javelin. Suddenly, a scream comes from one hut. An old man rushes out, tearing at his hair in a frenzy. Moments later, his family emerge too, encircling him gently and ushering him back inside. The disturbance is over as quickly as it began, but the woman with the javelin, who is a leader of this community, puts down her weapon and goes to check if all is well inside. The man is being comforted, but his distress is palpable. His adult daughter takes their visitor aside and explains to her that he's been this way since he got home. He'd been working in the fields. He witnessed a terrifying sight as the sun dipped in the sky. He claims the clouds burned red and the marsh waters turned to blood. The old man whispers that it is an omen. The woman leaves, snatches up her spear and marches to her own roundhouse. The village has been on edge ever since her husband, their chief, died the previous year. He left no sons to be his heir. A power vacuum makes the community vulnerable to outsiders who want their resources, their crops, their horses, maybe even their children. She comes to her own hut where her adolescent daughters have just finished preparing mutton stew. The family eat together, then settle down for the night. But when the girls are safely in their beds, the woman hears a noise that makes her snatch up her javelin again. A steady tramp of leather clad feet. A rattle of metal helmets. Shouts in a strange language. Romans. And they're coming this way. She hurriedly wakes her daughters and orders them to hide in a store cupboard before slamming the door firmly behind them. Then she rushes outside and sounds the alarm by banging her spear tip against a metal pot. As the clanging echoes into the night, the villagers emerge. The man who witnessed the omen ushers his family away towards the moonlit marshes, hoping his local knowledge will keep them safe from sinking mud and thrice goblins who lurk in the water. He'd rather face these dangers than the Romans. The other neighbors respond just as urgently, some galloping up on horseback. She orders everyone to ensure they are well armed. Then she waits. Her husband had been a friend of Rome and even left half these lands to the Emperor Nero. In his will. She had hoped that her family remain in good favor. But as the Romans enter the village, she realizes her mistake. The soldiers fan out. Some engage in fights. Others duck into huts. There are screams, dogs barking, the clash of blades as her people make a stand. She runs to defend her girls. The Roman commander cuts her up before she reaches the roundhouse and points a sword at her throat. His eyes gleam between the metal panels of a helmet that covers most of his face. He says he has come to teach her a lesson. He knows that she is the one they call Boudicca. She is dragged away by more men than she can outmaneuver. And soon she's being tied to a post. A shirt is ripped from her back, and she gasps as a whip lashes her bare skin. But Boudicca only screams when she sees soldiers rush into the roundhouse where her girls are hiding. She knows what comes next. Amid the din of her home being ransacked, all Boudicca hears is their cries for help. Although she struggles against her bonds, she cannot save them. As the Roman commander flogs her, his slaves violate her daughters. And Boudicca vows to have her revenge. Boudicca is celebrated as the warrior queen of a fiercely independent Celtic tribe known as the Iceni. In protest at the imperial brutality of the Romans, she made a stand even when neighboring tribes were willing to collaborate to exchange their freedom for material gain. That saw the elite grow rich while others were subjugated. But so little is known about Boudicca that even her name is a mystery, remembered in the history books by various titles, including the Latinized version, Boadicea. There are no surviving sources from her time to tell us when, where and even if she really lived. The light of Boudicca's legend has shone for two millennia. A beacon of national liberty, personal defiance and female power. So who was this woman who razed to the ground three cities, including London? How does modern archaeology provide evidence to support her folklore? Can we call her a feminist icon when she was willing to slaughter women and children? And how did her actions alter the course of English and Roman history? I'm John Hopkins from Noiser. This is a short history of Boudicca. On 26 August, in 55 BC, a Roman general by the name of Julius Caesar boards a boat in northern France. He sets sail towards a mysterious island across the channel, which they call Britannia. Sailing alongside him are two legions of soldiers, some 10,000 men plus cavalry. But terrible weather hinders his landing and the local warriors who stand guard along the white clifftops prevent a full scale invasion. A year later, he returns with more firepower, some 800 ships this time. He marches inland and meets tribal chiefs. Caesar describes them as frightful savages who paint themselves blue with a dye called woad. Despite their primitive ways, Caesar the Roman Emperor doesn't manage to conquer this backwater outpost of semi naked, illiterate, mud dwelling heathens, the so called Britons. But that won't stop the Romans from trying again. Miranda Oldhouse Green is a professor of archaeology at Cardiff University and the author of the book Britannia.
