Dylan’s Mum screws up her eyes to look at the grubby object in her son’s muddy fingers.
“It looks like a pipe of some sort. Clay or something.”
“A pipe? Why would there be a pipe in our garden?”
“We’ve found them before. We aren’t far from the Roman villa, don’t forget.”
“Wow! So, the Romans smoked! Wait til I tell Mr Parry at school!”
Dylan’s face lights up with excitement. He places the piece of pipe safely in his trouser pocket. He and his Mum finish the bulb planting, and go inside.
Later that evening, Dylan enjoys pasta for tea. He goes to bed early, completely exhausted, and dreams that he is in the amphitheatre at Pompeii. In his dream, a famous gladiator called Lucius Raecius Felix is having a dramatic fight with another gladiator called Marcus Attilius. They are both barefoot but wearing body protection and helmets. The swashing and clashing of swords are terrifying. Felix loses to Attilius, and, unusually, is given a reprieve from death.
And then, in the dream, Lucius Raecius Felix speaks to Dylan………..
(to be continued)
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