Cassivellaunus (Cassi-vell-au-nus) raised his head
A rare wind was blowing across his land
He surveyed all he owned
He saw a lone young servant
Limping across the field
At a fair gait
He was shouting something
It sounded like danger – no
Stranger, maybe both
His long hair blew into his face
As he fell before his chieftain
Catuvellauni (Catu-vell-au-ni) was being threatened
More pagans were coming across the big sea
And moving inland
They were called Row-main
Doubtless after one of their puny gods
Pagans with funny names
Cassivellaunus (Cassi-vell-au-nus) pulled the servant’s head up by his hair
“How far away are they?
How many? These Row-main?”
And when the servant had answered the chieftain threw his head to the ground
And ordered his death
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