Roman Gold
By Paul Capon
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This story, set in what is now East Anglia, takes place during 449-451, after the departure of the Romans from Britain. During the Roman occupation, Mangan, a Briton, captured by a band of armed Romans, is forced to help bury several heavy treasure chests and then sold as a galley slave. Thirty years later, he regains his freedom and returns to East Anglia. But he is obsessed with the memory of the treasure which he helped to bury, and so, accompanied by his grandson, Cador, he sets out to try to find the place again so that the treasure can be used in the fight against the Huns, who are threatening to overrun the whole of Europe.
The dangers Mangan and Cador face, and the difficulties they have to overcome make this a fast-moving and thrilling story.
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Table of Contents
ROMAN GOLD
Copyright Information
1 — Starling Woods
2 — The feast
3 — The attack
4 — Leofric
5 — Plan of action
6 — Disaster
7 — In the dark
8 — Treasure hunt
9 — The well
10 — The voyage
11 — The bridge
12 — The scourge of God
Author’s Note
ROMAN GOLD
Paul Capon
Copyright Information
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
ROMAN GOLD
Copyright © 1968 by Paul Capon.
Published by arrangement with the Paul Capon literary estate.
All rights reserved.
Edited by Dan Thompson
A Thunderchild eBook
Published by Thunderchild Publishing.
First Edition: 1968
First Thunderchild eBook Edition: November 2018
Cover and interior illustrations by Roger Payne,
courtesy of Hodder & Stoughton (Brockhampton Press Ltd)
1 — Starling Woods
A STEADY breeze blew through the open door and brought with it the scent of meadows and spring flowers.
Cador had breakfasted well on sweet-cured ham and newly baked barley bread, and now felt strong enough to wrestle an ox. He flexed his muscles, and his mother, smiling, asked him whom he was planning to fight.
No one,
he assured her, grinning. I feel very peaceable.
If you’re doing nothing else, you might see if you can get us a hare or two for supper.
Glad to,
said Cador, getting up from the table. Though I haven’t seen many this year yet.
His father paused on his way to the door. Hollybush Meadow,
he said. There are hares by the score down there. I noticed them yesterday, leaping about as if they’d gone mad.
Hollybush Meadow it is then,
said Cador. Father, would you ask old Alban to saddle my colt?
His father nodded and went out. Cador considered putting on his boots, which were standing in the hearth, then decided that it was fine enough to go barefoot.
But his mother had other ideas. Put your boots on, Cador,
she said. You’re not a peasant.
But, mother, I never wear boots in the summer.
It isn’t summer yet, and in any case you’re no longer a child. You’re practically a man, and if you want to be accepted as one you must wear boots all the year round.
Cador sat down with a good-humoured sigh and pulled the boots on to his feet. He considered them a stupid and uncomfortable invention, like a lot of things introduced by the Romans, and now that the Romans had gone, the sensible thing would be to give them up. But there was no arguing with his mother.
He said, I might even try for a deer. Some were seen in the Starling Woods last winter.
Then take a sword with you.
For killing deer?
laughed Cador. I’m not going to war, mother.
Never mind. These days a sensible man is an armed man.
First boots, then a sword. Good thing we haven’t any shields or helmets.
You can laugh, but there are some wild characters in those woods. Robbers, ruffians, murderers. Men who’d kill you for the clothes you stand up in.
And Saxons?
asked Cador, teasing her. Yes, there must be a few Saxons.
Saxons, too, quite likely,
said his mother, grimly. They’ll get here sooner or later, you mark my words.
Never. They’ll never venture this far inland. They like to keep within sight of their ships.
A man can reach the coast in under three hours, Cador.
‘Hours’,
mimicked Cador, smiling, and this time his mother smiled, too. Her husband had given her a Roman water-clock for a wedding-present, and ever since she had spoken of hours
as a matter of course. The joke was that no one really understood the clock. The last person capable of telling the time by it was Cador’s grandfather, and he had vanished mysteriously some thirty years before.
Cador’s mother became serious again, and said, There was another raid only the night before last.
Who says so?
Old Griff the drover. He got back from the coast yesterday and, according to him, the Saxons burnt down a farm and stole two horses.
That’s not much of a raid. In other places they’ve burnt whole villages.
That’s true,
agreed his mother.
How many ships did they have?
Only one, Griff says. That shows how bold they’re getting.
Maybe. Anyway, if they do come, they’ll get a rough welcome.
From you, I suppose?
From everyone on the farm. You know that, mother. All the men are pretty good bowmen and —
He broke off as a massive young servant-girl came into the room, then went on: — and some of the girls could put up quite a show, too. Couldn’t they, Gwynna?
What’s that, master?
asked the girl, grinning and rubbing her huge red hands together.
If the Saxons come to Kaerikken,
said Cador, you’ll give them something to think about, won’t you?
The girl’s grin became broader than ever. Saxons!
she exclaimed. Well, I reckon I could break a few heads with my pestle before they got me. Half the trouble with Saxons is that everyone is too scared to fight ’em. They’ll overrun the country like rats if we don’t stand up to them.
Hear that, Cador?
asked his mother, handing him his food-sack and ale-skin. Now perhaps you’ll agree to take a sword?
Cador laughed without committing himself, and patted her cheek affectionately. I’ll be back by sunset,
he told her. That is, if the Saxons don’t get me!
In the passage he met his grandmother, and bade her good morning. She did not reply, but that only meant that she had not as yet said her prayers, and he noticed that she was making for the altar-room. The first words of the day belong to the gods,
was her belief, and indeed she was very religious.
She would probably spend half the morning in the altar-room and Cador knew that most of her prayers would be for her missing husband, his grandfather. The rest of the family had given him up for dead, but not the old lady. One day he would come back, she said, and nothing could persuade her otherwise.
Cador fetched a bow and some arrows from the room where the weapons were kept, and decided against taking a sword. After all, he had not made his mother any promise, and it was really too hot for him to burden himself unnecessarily. Saxons! It was absurd to think of them coming to Kaerikken, and as for outlaws, well, he had a bow and arrows, and a hunting knife at his belt. He could take care of himself all right.
He stepped out into the sun-drenched yard, and his colt, fresh-groomed and gleaming as if polished, greeted him by neighing and tossing its head. He swung himself into the saddle and they were away, cantering across the front meadow at a great pace and making for the road that ran as straight as a taut rope across the countryside and which was known as the soldiers’ way
.
It was still called that, even although forty or fifty years had gone by since last it had echoed to the thud of marching boots, or to the clatter of a troop of cavalry. The Romans had gone. Now grass grew on their roads, and their forts were in ruins. Cador had never seen a Roman, and hardly knew a dozen words of Latin. Yet he had a little Roman blood himself. His grandmother’s mother had been the daughter of a garrison-commander, and the commander had been a real Roman, born in the shadow of Trajan’s Column.
The road ran through the village which at this time of day was almost deserted. The men were all at work in the fields and the women were probably doing their washing down at the stream. A few children ran in and out between the huts, playing at Britons-and-Saxons, and a small group of old people sat in the sun watching them.
Where are you off to, master?
cried one of the old men as Cador cantered by, and Cador told him that he was hoping to get a hare or two.
The old man shook his head. It’s too hot for hares, master,
he said. You should’ve been up before the sun rose.
Cador laughed, but when he reached the Hollybush Meadow he found that the old man was right. It was too hot for hares. There was not one to be seen and in the whole meadow nothing moved except a bullock’s tail, swishing idly in an attempt to keep the flies away. The woods on the far side of the meadow seemed more inviting and Cador made for them, telling himself that deer were less troubled by the heat than hares.
It was cool and quiet in the woods, but it was also a little eerie and Cador advanced cautiously, watching for the suspicious movements in the undergrowth. He put an arrow to his bow and held it there with the string taut. He wished he had taken his mother’s advice and brought a sword, and he could not forget that