Be inspired again with the true story of Britains national heroine! A creative non-fiction biography for ages 8+ viewBook.at/Boudiccakindle Across the field, Boudicca drove her chariot in front of her people, her daughters safely in the chariot with her, “Women and men of Britain, warriors, friends, and allies. Come now to the cause of liberty and freedom for all the tribes. Remember the savage brutality of Rome – against druid priestesses and priests whose only crimes were of the heart and soul – against our belief in freedom and liberty – not for a few but all people, women and men, nobles and commoners, druids, farmers, crafts people, and all the many ranks and talents of our society. We who dare see sacredness in the faces of all, who war with one another, yet cherish life. We who see glory and honor not in just the deeds of a few, but the deeds of the many, no matter how great or small. We see honor and goodness in individuals and refuse to give up our personal liberties for the advantages of a perceived majority. And yes, we treasure our daughters. In Rome, it is said, many daughters are left to die just because they are girls. Only boys, they say, are fully human. Look at me now and see through the lies of these Romans. Remember our teachings, our customs, that which make us who we are. No matter what the goddesses and gods bring us this day, hold tight in your heart all that we hold dear. Remember the way that Romans treat our people: raping our virgin daughters as mine were in front of all of us, flogging those who dare stand up against them as I was, and killing or enslaving all who refuse to bend knee to them. Do not bend your knees to Rome. Do not give in to the comforts they promise you should you simply conform to their ways. For slavery is all they can give you. “But we will not give in. We refuse to be slaves. Together we rose against them – and won. Camulos, Cathubodva, the Morrígan all stand with us for our cause is righteous! See the ravens circling above? Soon the ravens shall feast on Roman flesh. Behold our warlike spirits! With ravens do we soar – in prayerful victory around the bonfires – or among the glorious dead. Life as slaves we do now refuse. Victory or death are our only choices. On this I am resolved, a woman, a queen, a Briton!”
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