Post by Admin on Aug 9, 2016 17:15:57 GMT
A fleet of Keels sails past the port at the mouth of the river known to the Romans as Sabrina, and the Britons as Hafren. The populace, tired of raiders and starving, did not warm to the prospect. The ships were clearly full of Saxons, and Saxons meant another round of rapine and pillage. On the off-chance they wanted to trade, the natives had nothing left to trade, and so would become the commodity themselves - doomed to slavery. A collective sigh of relief waves up the estuary as the fleet does not stop for them, but all are sure that they will stop, and that when they do, it'll mean death for the misfortunates chosen.
The fleet sails through all the rivers, but to the amazement of the Britons, they happily pay a toll at one point, and always pay for any provisions taken. The Saxons travel along the river as far as it is navigable - to the city of Caer Guricon, capital of Pagenses.
The fleet presents itself to officials as Frisians, exiles from lands conquered by Franks. They are a thousand of the chief men of Frisia, seeking the freedoms they may no longer enjoy in their home country. They are willing to fight for Gwrtheyrn in return for lands, which they may enjoy without hindrance, obligation or interference. They also bring their fleet of ten Keels.
The fleet sails through all the rivers, but to the amazement of the Britons, they happily pay a toll at one point, and always pay for any provisions taken. The Saxons travel along the river as far as it is navigable - to the city of Caer Guricon, capital of Pagenses.
The fleet presents itself to officials as Frisians, exiles from lands conquered by Franks. They are a thousand of the chief men of Frisia, seeking the freedoms they may no longer enjoy in their home country. They are willing to fight for Gwrtheyrn in return for lands, which they may enjoy without hindrance, obligation or interference. They also bring their fleet of ten Keels.
