The Last Stand of Roman Power in Britain

There were in our little company that black evening, seven wild welshmen, under a shaggy haired, blue eyed princeling, gualen of the bau. 15 swarthy iberians, all teeth and scimitar, a handful of belgic mercenaries with great double headed axes, but never a roman among them. All in this last stand of roman power in britain, was i a roman? I wondered as i stood on the terrace waiting the onset of the liberated slaves. And more personally, was this night to be, as it greatly seemed, the last of all my wild adventures? Or had fate infinite others in store