The eagle of the ninth.
The eagles' last flight
Shrouded in mist
Know one knows what happened
Know one knows where it is.
Except maybe a few
Tribes men or even legion deserters
What happened to the ninth?
The legion that carried the eagle of
The Ninth Hispania
Many times this legion
Found honour in the wars
Against rebellion at home
And foes abroad
In all corners of the empire
Fighting for Rome
Shame came to its legion,
The ninth
From a celtic queen who rebelled
She cursed the ninth legion
Before she dropped dead
From the poison she took.
Shame started to fall upon the legion
From thereafter.
The ninth rotting from the inside out.
The honours stopped coming
Fancy laurels stopped
No more adding to the great many
Already upon the great staff.
Until they marched north that misty day
That fate full day
Never to be seen again
The ninth Hispania
Gone with the wind
Disappeared into the mist
With their treasured eagle standard.
Some say that they went rouge
Murdered their officers
Butchered their eagle
Tossed it in the nearest river.
Or maybe they fell in love
With the northern women
Stayed there and married.
Is there any truth in these stories?
Did they really run into trouble and
Were slaughtered? No survivors?
Are there still deserters out there
Living like Britons?
12 years later.
The commanders son
Sets out to solve the mystery
Of his fathers tainted legion
With the help of his Briton friend.
To bring back the eagle standard
For months they travelled
On horseback all over the north
Looking for clues of the ninth.
For months they heard nothing
Until they lucked upon something
A hunter called Guern
But whose real name was something else.
He belonged to the ninth.
The first cohort of the ninth legion.
Finally a lead!
The mystery of the ninth
A mystery no longer
The mist lifted.
The legion did not go rouge
They did not marry the women
They were attacked, slaughtered
He was a deserter.
Who made a life in Briton
After he left the legion
With a wife and sons.
The ninth was slaughtered in battle.
Now to find the eagle.
The golden eagle of the ninth.
In a tribal temple
Of the seal people.
In the dead of night
They snatched the eagle
And rode off.
An epic battle there was
At the river
Remnants of the ninth
Against the seal people
The ninth was victorious.
The commanders son and his Briton friend
Rode to the wall
And returned the eagle to Rome
The shroud of mist surrounding
The ninth lifted, fallen.
The ninth to be reformed
The commanders' son
To be the commander.
