Life of a Roman: An AAR Part Two
Prologue
I'm writing this in a small inn in Veii, I'm only a few miles from Rome and will probably be there tomorrow. It's just me, my sister and my spear carrier and a few locals. What's my sister doing with me? Well she never married and has always acted as my nanny, mother could never be bothered and father didn't trust the slaves. Of course I'm sixteen now and have no need of a nanny but I couldn't leave her behind, she's more than thirty and father couldn't find anybody to marry her apart from local Gauls. If you know my father you would know that wasn't going to happen. Father expects great things from me militarily so hired a spear carrier just before I left, apart from the obvious carrying my equipment he is also a fine warrior and we train together daily.
The plan is that I will spend four years in Rome, living with associates of my grandfather (the governor of Cisalpine Gaul). I will be expected to learn business skills, oratory skills, legal skills, leadership skills and of course martial skills. My first year will be spent in the home of one of Romes finest prosecutors, I will be helping gather evidence and clerking hopefully learning from the great man.
While in Rome I plan to look for my brother. He would be almost thirty now and disappeared when he was seventeen while doing something similar to what I am embarking on. The man he was staying with claims he must have been robbed and murdered and dumped in the Tiber but personally I'm not too sure. He was never one for learning and I know he just wanted to fight, I wouldn't be surprised if he ran off and joined the army under a false name.
Father recently took an interest in family history and discovered a direct line to a former Consul, we are Cornelii of course there's going to be a Consul somewhere back in the mists of time. He thinks it's great, of course now I have to live up to that and restore the family name. Bloody hell, he couldn't even make Senator and wants me to be Consul! Sometimes I wonder if it was his head or leg he hurt coming back from Crete.
Four years in Rome before I join the Legions. I am quite excited about the travel aspect, not necessarily the fighting and killing. I'm not the same man as my father or brother, the stories of father's, my grandfather's and even my great-grandfather's fighting for Rome never filled me with the pride it did them. Indeed sometimes I wonder why we never try to live alongside these foreigners, even when there is peace it's as if we are waiting for an excuse to attack. Of course I never voiced any of these opinions, to my father and brother the life of a non-Roman had as much value as a that of a sheep.
Well, got to go, sister says it's time for bed.
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