Key place of ancient Rome, it is not possible to go to Rome without visiting the Roman forum. In this post, I give you my advice for a successful visit to the Roman forum and to avoid the endless wait.
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Roman Forum: Practical information for the visit
Before telling you about the visit to the Roman forum, I will begin by providing you with information to know. This should help you to better locate the Roman forum in the city of Rome, but also to understand the progress of the visit.But how could he serve a man who flaunted the sacred laws and dared the gods to punish him for his defiance? Cadwyl saw his expression and said, “What’s wrong? Has our little skirmish changed your mind about being a warrior? I wasn’t going to kill you. Truly. It wouldn’t be right.” He raised his chin proudly. “Unlike my father, I do have some honor. Without honor, you can gain men’s fear, but not their respect. When I am chieftain, men will serve me and fight for me because they recognize me as a strong and brave leader, not because they fear I will kill them if they don’t do my will.” “But, as you said, you’re not chieftain yet,” Bryn pointed out. “If I’m to be accepted by your tribe, I must serve your father.
And I don’t know if I could give my loyalty to such a man.” Cadwyl cocked his head. “You’re an odd fellow, Bryn ap Tarbelinus. You look big and brawny, but you have little experience with weapons. You say you wish to find a place in some chieftain’s warband, yet you don’t wish to serve a man such as my father. What makes you so arrogant that you would refuse the offer of a place in his hall?” “I’m not arrogant,” Bryn said. “It’s only that...” He’d hoped to leave that part of his life completely behind. But it seemed he could not. “I trained in the grove for a time. I was supposed to become a Drui. I have no desire for that life, but... I can’t say those years didn’t influence me.” “And so when I tell you that my father killed the Drui, you’re shocked? You think he must be some sort of monster?” Bryn nodded. “Well, he is a monster,” Cadwalon said. “But he’s also the most powerful, ruthless man you’ll ever meet. The thing is with Cadwyl, you either give in to him, or you die. Or, in your case, you could turn around and go back home.” Cadwalon gazed at him questioningly.
Bryn considered this, then shook his head. “I can’t go home. That would be worse than anything.” “Well, then, you must learn to think as I do. Cadwyl can’t live forever. And he’s made many enemies, including both of my brothers. Perhaps one of them will finally kill him.” “Then, what will you do? Serve them?” “Nay, of course not. Then I will fight my brothers for the kingship. They are no more honorable than Cadwyl, and weaker and less canny besides. Cadwyl used to favor them, but when they rose up against him, he declared them outlaw and made me his heir. Of course, who knows if he truly means to see me be king after him. Cadwyl is a canny old wolf, playing all of his sons against each other.” “What does your mother think of all this? Whom does she favor?” Bryn asked, curious about this family that sounded so different from his own. “My mother?” Cadwalon cocked his head in surprise. “What does she have to do with it?” “Well, does she take your side, or that of your brothers?” “My side, of course.” He smirked. “You must consider that each of us was birthed by a different woman. My father has no loyalty when it comes to his consorts either.” Bryn was shocked. He’d heard of chieftains who had more than one wife, but, thinking of his mother Rhyell and her temper, it didn’t sound like a good idea. Cadwalon cocked his head. “I’ve told you something of my people.
What of yours? Why are you here, so far from your home dun? Did you do something to disgrace yourself?” “Nay, of course not. My father and I simply didn’t see eye-to-eye about my future. He wanted me to continue to train the grove. I was determined to become a warrior.” “And so you left and traveled all the way here?” Cadwalon gave him an incredulous look. “Surely you could have found another tribe closer to your homeland. What about the Silures or the Cornovii?” Bryn didn’t really want to explain about how he’d turned south when he’d encountered the Roman. Now that he was far away from the potential danger, his decision seemed cowardly. “I decided to travel this direction so I might see more of the countryside.” “Huh,” Cadwalon responded. “Well, I think your father is a fool to want you to be a Drui. You’ll need a lot of training, but you’re certainly big enough and quick enough to make a fine warrior.” He smiled. “Perhaps by the time I’m chieftain, you might serve in my warband.” Cadwalon’s words thrilled Bryn. At last someone saw his potential. But then he remembered that for the immediate future, he would be serving Cadwalon’s father. Could he overlook the terrible things this Dobunni chieftain had done? He reminded himself that he’d had no other offers.
And however cursed and wicked Cadwyl might be, the chieftain was successful and powerful and had undoubtedly surrounded himself with skilled warriors. By spending time among them, Bryn would be able to learn a great deal. When he was finally ready to go off and fight the Romans, the fact that he need feel no loyalty to a man like Cadwyl might make leaving easier. He nodded. “Take me to your father and I will swear to him. If he will have me, that is.” “No need for that. Cadwyl doesn’t take oaths from his men. He simply offers them the choicest war booty and a life of ease and idleness when they aren’t engaged in combat. That is why his dun is crammed with skilled fighting men.” Bryn wondered what Cadwalon meant. Everyone knew that warriors were served first and given the choicest portions. They enjoyed a life of ease and comfort when there was no threat against their people.
But even those things wouldn’t be enough for the warriors of Bryn’s tribe to give their loyalty to a man like Cadwyl. He found he was very curious to meet this strange southern chieftain—this man who defied the will of the gods and the rules of men. * * * As soon as Bryn saw Cadwyl’s dun, he was struck by the fact that the Dobunni settlement had clearly been attacked on more than one occasion. The earthworks showed evidence of being rebuilt several times and the palisade walls were badly scarred by fire on two sides. But it appeared the inhabitants of the fortress had not only withstood the assault but eventually gotten the better of their attackers. Arranged on poles around the entrance to the palisade were nearly a dozen rotting human heads. “That’s where my father will put the heads of my brothers, Awmlaad and Hueil, after he kills them,” Cadwalon said, his face split wide with a grin.
Bryn had heard of trophy heads, but never seen one. From his Drui training, he understood the significance of the practice. The spirit resided within the skull, which meant that if a man’s head was detached from his body, he couldn’t return as a whole being from the Otherworld to seek revenge. Still, as he passed by the empty-eyed, gruesome visages, Bryn felt a little sick. He wouldn’t like to think of his own head being stuck on a pole and left out for the birds and insects to feast on. As they entered the dun, he once again wondered what he’d gotten himself into. The inside of the hillfort reeked of charcoal fires, rotting meat, dung and animals. Bryn thought of Mordarach and the way the workshops, stables and midden were located away from the dwelling places and hall. But here, everything seemed to be mingled together. The smith was near the entrance, which wasn’t far from where the butchering was apparently done, which was only a little way from what appeared to be the kitchen. The smells of all those activities blended together to form a thick, odiferous haze over the whole fortress. By the time they reached the chieftain’s hall, Bryn was almost gagging.
The inside of the hall was no better. It was dark and smoky, and a foul stench seemed to waft up from the rushes covering the floor. The place was crowded with fighting men. Most were dark like Cadwalon, although a few had red hair. Their necks and arms glinted with gold and enamelwork jewelry, but their hair and beards were long and matted and their crys and mantles torn and dirty. Looking at them, Bryn could almost see why the Romans were said to consider his people savages. And yet these coarse warriors looked utterly formidable. They were brawny and thicklymuscled, although many of them weren’t as tall as Bryn was. He told himself that if he trained with these men, he would learn the skills he needed to defeat the hated enemy. Cadwalon continued to push his way through the mass of warriors. Bryn followed behind him, trying to quell the nervousness in his belly and appear assured and confident. All at once, Cadwalon leaned close and said, “That’s him. That’s Cadwyl.” Bryn squinted in the dim light and saw what looked like a bear seated on a stool near the hearth.
A tangled mass of head hair and great, bushy beard obscured the man’s face and spilled over his shoulders, mingling with the thick black pelt he wore as a mantle. As Bryn drew near, he decided part of the reason Cadwyl had such an unkempt appearance was to make himself appear more formidable. He wasn’t a large man. He was wider than his son, but no taller. And much, much uglier. Cadwyl’s features were blunt and thick, his skin weathered and leathery. And then there was the hideous wound that cut through the place where his left eye should be. It was a face to give anyone nightmares. As Bryn approached, he felt Cadwyl’s good eye upon him, shrewd and calculating. Although he strove to appear calm, he was drenched with sweat, and his heart raced. He didn’t doubt that if Cadwyl disliked anything about him, the chieftain was capable of ordering him put to death and adding his head to the gory trophies guarding the gate of the dun. To make things worse, Bryn could sense that Cadwalon wasn’t altogether at ease either. They stopped a few paces away from Cadwyl. “This is Bryn ap Tarbelinus,” Cadwalon announced.
“A man in search of a chieftain to fight for.” Cadwyl grinned. Then he jerked a great knife from his belt, the hilt decorated with gold wire and red and purple enamel and the blade fouled with dried blood. He held the knife as if he meant to lunge at Bryn and stab him in the chest. Then, abruptly, he turned to the carcass of a pig sitting on the table beside him and chopped off a hunk of meat. Skewering the meat on the tip of the knife blade, he held it out to Bryn. Bryn reached out and took the greasy chunk and put it in his mouth. As he chewed the rich, succulent meat, he realized that for better or worse, he was now Cadwyl’s man. Chapter 10 Sirona sat down on a rock and opened her pack. She took everything out and searched the bottom, hoping to find some crumb or particle of food she’d overlooked. Finding nothing, she sighed. A short distance away, the wolf waited, lying down like a hound before the fire. They’d been traveling like this for four days. The wolf would set off and she would follow. When she grew tired or hungry, she would stop and the wolf would come back and wait for her. Once she’d left out food, but the wolf hadn’t approached the dried meat. She’d understood then. It was a spirit, not a real animal.
Which was why she continued to follow it. She believed the gods must be speaking through the wolf and it was leading her where she was meant to go. But there were times when doubts overwhelmed her. She had no idea where the wolf was taking her, and she was haunted by what she’d left behind, the loss of everything she cared about. At those moments she felt like giving up. Lying down and surrendering to her fatigue and hunger. The dried meat and barley bannocks in her pack were gone and, despite the verdant green forest, there was little to eat but a few berries here and there. She hoped the wolf realized they must reach their destination soon or she would collapse from starvation.
Ticket for the Roman forum
To access the Roman forum, the ticket is combined with that of the Colosseum. And to be even more precise, it should be noted that the visit of the Palatine is included in that of the Roman forum. In fact, the famous Palatine Hill is located in the heart of the archaeological site of ancient Rome.Between visiting the Colosseum and the Roman Forum, it is very possible to have a break, for example for lunch. On the other hand, the archaeological site that is grouping with the Palatine Hill, the 2 visits must be made at the same time. It is not possible to leave and make a new entry with the same ticket.
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