From the scrolls of Henrik
The time is near! A great battle between Romans and Teutons in the vicinity of Rome is imminent! My heroine and the remaining troops are preparing themselves, sharpening their weapons, reinforcing their armor and gaining strength from food and drink. Both, Romans and Teutons are well-prepared for the battle! Will the new wall be able to withstand the attack?
The strongest of all Chieftains.
It seems like the Teutonic Great Chieftain has made a secret plan! I, the more pacifist, but at all times battle-ready Henrik, have the honor of presenting a strategy for the imminent battle in the tent of our Chieftain. He is a leader chosen by the elders. To be chosen, a person has to pass a number of tests.
Gustav, the relentless, has witnessed many a war and can pass on his experience to the younger generation. Each Wodansday he tells new stories near the campfire. They never get boring! The stories are about bear and wolf packs that he supposedly has beaten himself. Or of battles in which he dealt with hundred soldiers all by himself. When he was younger, Gustav experienced many adventures as the hero of his village. It is said that so far he hasn’t used a single one of the water buckets he had found. He’s won the Gods’ favor. Just like the Greeks have their Heracles, we have our Gustav.
The Chieftain himself has developed a marvelous tactic. While some soldiers will be placed next to the wall, another group will be carrying out an ambush from the other side of Rome. He’s clearly aware that the Romans will surround them and target the smallest of movements. Hence our youngsters built a wooden aurochs, as tall as a watch tower.
With this wooden aurochs and soldiers dressed as Romans, we will try to lure Rome into an ambush. It truly is a master plan.
No sooner said than done: We rolled forward with our wooden animal and tried to convince the locals on the other side of the gate with our sluggish Latin that we wanted to give a present to the Emperor. But one of the Praetorians shouted at us: “You can’t honestly believe that we will be fooled by this old Greek stunt!” Now we were at a complete loss… Only Gustav was still smiling. Could he have an ace up his sleeve?