The Wald (The Wald Chronicles, Book 1)
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Two worlds on vastly different tracks collide in the first book of Jason Born’s new series called The Wald Chronicles.
The Wald begins in 16 B.C. when the belligerent Sugambrian tribe leaves their beloved forest to cross the Rhenus River into Gaul. While on their foraging rampage meant simply to gather supplies for the coming winter, they cross paths with the Roman Fifth Legion. An ever-so brief battle ensues. Though short, this encounter will set in motion a conflict lasting more than two decades with the tribes struggling under the might of the professional legions. The outcome of these wars, in forthcoming works, will prove to have lasting repercussions. In fact, we still feel them today in the global order.
The Wald is chock full of heroism, brotherhood, adventure, wit, and even history. Read it today to find out how tribesmen Berengar and his friend Ermin will fare against the likes of Drusus, Tiberius, and Augustus.
to endure the pain for very long.” Without turning, Tiberius answered, “Thank you, augur. The messenger tells me you have been most kind. Leave us now, that I might have a word in private if he wakes.” The soothsayer stood. “Yes, lord.” Drusus stirred then, “Brother?” he asked. “Brother, allow Cornelius to stay. I want him to write down some of our words.” Tiberius nodded to the augur who then found a piece of parchment from the general’s stores and fished a bronze pen from the desk. “You’ve
wide opening of the bay for nearly a full day while the Frisian and Roman foot soldiers who marched on the mainland caught up. While they waited Drusus and a handful of officers explored some of the small uninhabited islands at the edge of the bay. The interpreter told the general that when he was last in the area some of the islands had not been there. Storms and currents had formed new ones and removed others just in the past several years. No trees, their seeds dumped onto the sandy land in
Cheruscan sloughed the giant hand from his shoulder and turned to save the boys. He halted in his steps, understanding the wisdom of Adalbern’s words when he saw what happened next. The youths worked together. Would it be a sign of what was to come with their peoples? Berengar had placed his battered body between the trapped Ermin and the hog’s mad, spitting head. His knife drawn, he stabbed at the thin skin covering the animal’s skull, striking bone again and again but doing no real damage.
disappoint. At least, they would fight. No one spoke for a time. “Well, that is what I came to say,” said Mawrobodwos. “We’ll take our leave so that you may make your plans without my interference. Good bye.” He and his men swung up onto their horses and easily trotted away. Not a voice rose from either party. The silence continued long after the sound of hooves died into the distance and the dust whirling in their wake settled back to the path. Even Kolman looked sullen at what their prospects
Septimus did know this bit of information. Most of Rome knew that Augustus had adopted the two sons of a rival in order to be firmly placed in the powerful Claudian family line. It was all politics, the likes of which Septimus could never understand. “Perhaps someday, Augustus will see the wisdom of returning Rome to a republic with senators who have real power. Until then, I suppose we’ll just fight for empire,” Drusus continued as if he had not just uttered treasonous thoughts. The general