ETRURIA E-Book

J. M. Wanageeska

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• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Etruscan civilization reached its zenith around 280 BCE. Etruria's neighbor, the small, upstart Republic of Rome, is fighting for its survival. The Romans, who are the descendants of the Etruscans, are locked in a bitter struggle against the Greeks in the South. Faced with the fears of fighting on two fronts, and confronted with dwindling resources, the Senate sends the Centurio Lucius (who has Etruscan roots) on an unusual mission. His goal is to negotiate a peace agreement with the twelve Etruscan cities that will secure the survival of Rome. His difficult journey is colored by magical and sensual impressions. Whereas at the outset, the signs seem to point to success, in the end everything turns out much different than the ambassador had planned, as intrigue, murder and blasphemy abound signaling what might be the beginning of the end of Etruscan civilization.

Leseprobe

ETRURIA

The Forgotten People

J. M. Wanageeska

Translated by Christine M. Grimm

© 2020 J. M. Wanageeska

2nd edition 2020

Author: J. M. Wanageeska

Translation: Christine M. Grimm

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author‘s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

Preface

If I am allowed to speak for myself, as well as for other antiquity fans and archaeologists, the Etruscans were one of the ancient world’s greatest civilisations.

According to the traditions recorded by the Greek historian Herodotus, the Lydians were afflicted by a famine among their people during the 13th-12th century B.C. They were geographically at home in western Turkey and its offshore islands at that time.

The Lydian people were divided into two groups under King Atys. Under the command of the king’s son Tyreus, half of the population sailed in a westward direction to the area of modern Tuscany and a new age began here. They developed their own culture and civilization, and Tyreus became the king and leader of the new Etruria.

The Etruria of the twelve cities was an alliance of autonomous and yet interdependent city-states, each of which had its own king and shaman as its leaders. Each city made its own contribution to this alliance of the twelve, which created a symbiosis among them.

The Etrurians had a very substantial cultural and geographic influence. The city of Rome was even ruled by the Etrurians in the 6th century B.C. Each Etrurian king was a combination of general and judge. After a total of seven Etrurian kings, the Roman people had enough of this government and wanted a republic. They resisted the Etrurian rulers, drove them out of the city and transformed Rome into a republic.

Who were these Etrurians? Come with us on a journey to the Etruria of the 3rd century B.C., a time when this country’s inhabitants were at the zenith of their development.

Introduction

We all have images in our heads, which is also true when we hear the name of Rome! To many people, ancient Rome is a symbol for the civilisation at the beginning of all cultures, republics and empires…

Please forget all of this. The story told here is not related to this Great Rome that we know today. It is set at a time about 280 years before Christ. Rome was an independent city with dreams but also still quite cautious and fearful because:

Very strong Greek colonies lurked in the south and twelve rich Etrurian cities existed in the north. Further in the north, on the fertile Po Plain, the Romans had to watch out for the Gallic and Germanic villages. Although Rome was ambitious at this time, we would say that it was just an outsider by today’s standards.

You are certain to ask how this relates to the Etruscans. Please be patient, dear reader. Now we will go to the Etruscans, or actually to their roots in the Etrurians. The Etrurians were or are a people to whom the word civilisation was foreign. They found it much more important to live in the now, quite like the native inhabitants of North America. The Etrurians loved handicrafts, nature and the family. They had seers and shamans and already practiced equality between man and woman. They knew that death is not final. The tombs that they constructed for their dead were larger and more splendid than their own homes.

Their lifestyle was very similar to that of the Greeks in terms of how they built their houses. Yet, their philosophy of life was unique.

Open your mind and we will take a little journey through the Etruria of this time:

I Casira / Caere

The journey to its twelve cities began northwards from Rome, and the best route was along the coast. It reached the first Etrurian city of Casira about 30 kilometres to the north. The Romans called it Caere.

II Tarquinii / Tarchuna

After taking the northward coastal pathway for about another 40 kilometres to a river and following its course for about five kilometres inland, we come to Tarquinii, as the Romans called it. It was the city of the cities. The natives – who built most of the ships and made the sails – gave the name of Tarchuna to their secret capital. Etruria actually did not have a capital city, but Tarchuna thought of itself as the heart of the region because of the city’s wealth, the significance of its military and its strategic position in the Central Italy of antiquity. In short, Tarchunans were a bit arrogant due to their importance in matters of politics and prosperity.

III Vulci / Velcha

Further northwards – another 30 kilometres along the coast and about ten kilometres inland – was Vulci, as the Romans called it. The city was given the name of Velcha in Etrurian. It was a beautiful city, located on a lively river that provided enough water for the huge fields of grain. In terms of its surface and residents, the city had immense dimensions. Velcha was protected on two sides: by the river on one side and by a gigantic city wall on the other. The wall was both forbidding and hewn of lovely tuffstone.

IV Volsinii / Velzna

Further along in the journey, it was necessary to head 40 kilometres inland in a north-eastern direction towards an old volcano. After another ten kilometres to the east along the road, the real centre and the heart of Etruria was somewhat concealed. This is where the kings, shamans and spiritualists of that age met to celebrate, hold counsel and make sacrifices to the gods. The Romans called it Volsinii, but it was Velzna to the Etrurians.

V Perusia / Phersna

About 50 kilometres to the northeast, the route goes to the somewhat more rugged Perusia or Phersna, as the natives of that time called it. The city had a strategic position in the upper Tiber Valley. Its city walls were made of travertine and extended over an entire three kilometres with two large monumental gateways that made a strong impression.

VI Clusium / Clevsin

The route from Phersna continued through rough terrain for about 45 kilometres in a westerly direction and ran over hill after hill to Clusium. The Etrurians called it Clevsin. The city’s founding was attributed to a prince by the name of Cluso. He established the city on a hill to the west of the Chiana River. Clevsin was a handicraft city and trading hub for the interior of Etruria. It was famous for its Buccero crockery and ivory carvings, but also valued its musicians and held some sporting competitions.

VII Cortona / Curtun

Cortona or Curtun, as the Etrurians it called, was 30 kilometres to the north. It was situated in the foothills of the Sant’Egidio Mountain in the middle of the fertile Chiana Valley and famous for its bronze sculptures that stood in almost every Etrurian city of this time.

VIII Arretium / Aritim

Dear reader, we continue for about 25 kilometres in a northern direction to Aritim. Sitting sleepily on a hill where the Chiara Valley meets a little mountain massif, it had an abundance of gold and an ideal geographic location. It controlled the passage into the north and the travel of the Celts, Umbrians and Teutons into the south when they went from the Po Plain to the Tiber Valley. The royal family in Aritim was not as wise as the other kings of Etruria. Because they did not listen to their shamans and seers, tensions continued to rise in its metal and clay manufacturing. The population wanted a voice in the shaping of politics and civic issues. These tensions were no secret to the other eleven cities.

IX Volaterrae / Velathri

Volaterrae, or Velathri for the Etrurians, was found another 85 kilometres to the northwest. The city was located at a rather lofty elevation and the path to this very high – if not even the highest hill of Etruria – was almost endlessly long. Stretching over 7.5 kilometres in length, the city walls were also imposing. Volaterrae was very impressive and at the zenith of its development during this time. It had a type of acropolis and a large temple complex. Its necropolis, the city of the dead, reached far under the mountain. There was also a necropolis outside of Velathri, but it was reserved solely for the warriors, who were buried here with all honours.

The city itself was one of the most diverse and successful in the Etrurian League of Twelve Cities with regard to craftsmanship. It produced statuary of alabaster and marble, red and black Buccero ceramics, gold, silver and copper jewellery. The objects from that time were made of any metal that the people wanted. Even though they were far into the interior of the land, they had a little artificial lake at the foot of their hill. This is where they built ships and reached the ocean over the Ceccina River from here.

X Populonium / Pupluna

Returning from the sea, the route headed in the direction of Populonium to the south. The smoke from the chimneys of its iron smelters could already be seen from far away. The Etrurians called this city Pupluna-Fufluna, associating its name with the wine god Fufluns. Despite its countless iron smelters that sometimes gave the blue sky a blackish grey colour, it was one of the most beautiful places in Etruria. Pupluna was known for its complex smelting techniques and the mining of copper, lead, tin and silver in the city’s backcountry. Right off the coast, the island of Ilva (Elba) provided iron ore in nearly endless amounts. Ilva means “the black dyed one” because iron was also smelted here at this time. In addition, the harbour of Pupluna was the largest and best-protected against bad weather and enemies because it was possible to survey the entire sea from the coastal city.

XI Vetulonia / Vatluna

Another 30 kilometres to the south along the coast and seven kilometres inland, the route reached Vetulonia high up on a hill. It had a number of harbours and preferred to trade with Syria, Cyprus and the big kingdom of Egypt. The city was rich and produced high-value trade goods such as silver and frankincense containers, vases with iron handles in the shape of lotus blossoms and all types of gold objects. However the city Vatluna, as it called itself, mainly made a name for itself through trade.

XII Roselle / Rosaelle

Located twenty kilometres in a south-easterly direction, Roselle was situated on a tributary of the Ombrone River. One of its large lagoons gave it access to the sea. The length of its city walls was three kilometres. The city controlled access to the heartland of Etruria, but it was poorer than the other municipalities because it was settled by farmers. They owned the large fertile plains. The fields of grain and olive plantations were the pride of Rosaelle.

The Etrurian League of Twelve Cities was geographically founded in about 980 B.C., which was before the time in which our story takes place.

Protected and bounded in the north by the Arno River, the Etrurians still possessed a few colonies further to the north, but had to retreat to south of the Arno River under the pressure of the barbarian Celts and Gauls.

In the south, the Etrurian League of Twelve Cities had the Tiber River as its boundary and this was also respected. Up until one hundred years before the time of our story, the war with the Rumans (a somewhat dismissive name that the Etrurians used for the Romans) broke out. The Etrurian kings had underestimated Rome and suffered a defeat as a result.

Although the city of Veji had been a member in the League of Twelve Cities up to that time, it was the tribute of peace to Rome. Pupluna later took its place.

But the history lesson is over now. Our story begins in Pupluna, one of the twelve Etrurian cities that had become wealthy through the production of iron and its trade.

Thesan

“Thesan….Thesan…? Where are you?” Ushil, the queen, called out. Thesan was far away, sitting on a cliff and looking into the distance of the Mediterranean. But she saw even further… The mother was desperate as she inquired whether the town’s people of Pupluna had seen her daughter. As attentive as the people were, they not only knew that Thesan was a princess but also that she was a treasure for the entire Etrurian culture. Many of them subconsciously saw her as the hope for their people.

The residents directed Queen Ushil and her two accompanying sentries to the cliffs. Once they arrived there, Ushil called out several times: “Please come here, Thesan.”

But Thesan could not hear her mother because she was very far away. She was looking into the future…. Thesan cried and did not know what she saw there. But she was aware that she had to immediately speak with her grandparents. She slowly began to hear the voice of her mother: “Thesan, come here right now.”

Completely dazed as if she was waking up from a bad dream, Thesan replied, “Yes, Mother, I’m coming right away!”

Her mother asked in disbelief: “Didn’t you hear me? I’ve been calling you the whole time!”

“No, Mother, please excuse me. The surge of the waves was simply too loud!” Thesan responded.

“I know that you have been especially chosen by our gods, but I am still concerned about you, my child. Let’s go home. Your father, our King Krankru, is coming back from Tarchuna today. He met with the other eleven kings there. I wonder what he will tell us about it.”

At that moment, a shiver ran down Thesan’s back…

At the Same Time in Rome

Senator and patrician Chrachallus spoke to the people of Rome: “Romans and fellow countrymen, we are a small but independent people. You know that the Greeks in the south are taking a strong toll on us. But as a messenger from the south has reported, our legions – six in number – are very brave. We have excellent relations in the north with the Etrurians. Please treat our fellow Etrurian citizens with the same respect that they treat us. And I am sorry that all Romans must abstain from so many things at the moment due to the high costs of war.”

The people of Rome accepted this because they had no other choice and had already chased away a number of kings! Chrachallus talked to his centurions Lucius and Argentus who had remained at the palace after his speech: “We hope that it does not occur to the Etrurians to sweep us off the map.”

Lucius responded, “We will have to wait and see about that!”

The senator: “I respect all of your battle experience, but if the Etrurians get this idea and the twelve kings of Etruria bring us war from the north, we will be in trouble. Then the two of you – Lucius and Argentus – could perhaps buy us one or two days at most before Rome would fall back into servitude. In the worst case, Rome will be burned down and extinguished from history. Its language will be forgotten…”

Lucius and Argentus looked at each other and thought the same thing at that moment: In case he thought that this would happen at some point in the coming years, the senator had reckoned without his two centurions. Lucius, whose roots were in Etruria, loved his city of Rome above all. The freedom and beauty of Rome infatuated Lucius so very much that he sometimes even completely forgot his roots.

On the other hand, Argentus was the Germanic adopted son of a patrician family and loved Rome because he despised his own people. The Romans adored him because of his heroic deeds. There were rumours that Argentus had slayed and killed fifteen or even eighteen men before hitting the ground. Spurred on by his feats, the rest of his legion had surrounded the injured centurion and transformed defeat into a victory.

“So, Lucius,” spoke Chrachallus, “your roots are in Etruria?”

“Yes, my senator.”

Two more senators – Potzius and Rufus – had come to visit in the meantime after hearing about this meeting. Led by Rufus, they all said at once to Lucius: “Would you visit the Etrurian cities as an ambassador for Rome?”

Lucius responded: “I am a soldier, not a politician!”

Potzius spoke with emphasis: “We need your evaluation of the situation. What is the attitude of the individual cities and the population of Etruria towards us?” Senator Lucius presented him with the insignia of an ambassador of Rome. A golden armband with the engraved lettering SPQR and the eagle was to accompany him. This represented the people and the Senate of Rome. They also gave him a signet ring to let everyone know that Lucius was travelling as an ambassador of Rome. Finally, he also received twelve papyrus scrolls – one for each king of an Etrurian city. They were intended as a letter of friendship in the name of Rome to the cities of Etruria.

Lucius was somewhat uneasy about exchanging his sword for the insignia. But if this was how he could save Rome and his legion from destruction, then it was worth it. With conviction in his voice, Lucius departed from the senators and the powerful centurion with these words: “Argentus, my friend, take care of my men and train them hard. Double the weight of the shields and their equipment. In the case that I fail with my mission, our two legions must stay in good spirits and know that we will stand firm no matter what!”

Argentus responded: “I will have our legions train in their formations so that they know the positions with their eyes closed by the time you return. Do not be concerned. I will take care of your men as I take care of mine. I wish glory and honour to my friend Lucius.”

“Ave Amicus,” responded Lucius.

“One more thing,” said Argentus. “Do your best and if you should fail or see that your mission will fail, then return immediately to Rome. Your soldiers, Rome and I need you. Everything will come as it must, Ave.”

Lucius removed his armour, mounted his raven-black horse Merlinus and rode off in the direction of Tarchuna.

At home in the Royal House of Pupluna

The royal family sat at the table in a magnificent and beautifully decorated room: Thesan’s grandfather and grandmother, King Krankru, Queen Ushil and Thesan’s brother Culsans. When the royal family had finished eating and was still sitting together, the grandmother whispered to Thesan at the table: “I hear that you were at the cliffs and saw something special?”

“Yes, Grandmother, I saw an eagle fighting against a dolphin.” Together with her granddaughter, the grandmother – who had abilities similar to those of Thesan – retreated to a corner of the hall that was adorned with splendid Etrurian scenes of times long past in earth-coloured shades. Thesan’s brother Culsans had a resentful look as he watched them. Although he was the first-born and therefore the legal heir to the throne, the people and his grandparents revered Thesan due to her divine abilities and charisma. The population secretly hoped that Thesan would lead the Etrurians into a new age of peace with the wisdom of the gods.

So the brother’s anger grew with every smile that the grandparents gave Thesan. The King and Queen of Pupluna were too involved with the iron city’s everyday business affairs to comprehend the full scope of Thesan’s gifts. As a result, they also did not notice how Culsans’ anger towards Thesan increased as he saw his position endangered…

“Tell me more about your visions,” whispered the grandmother to Thesan in a secluded corner.

“Hmm…it is all a bit strange,” Thesan described her vision. “The dolphin constantly tried to get the eagle, but in my vision it was ultimately slain by the agile, young bird of prey.”

“Keep your vision to yourself for now,” said the grandmother, who immediately understood the momentousness of this vision but also knew that knowledge about the inspiration by the gods was very dangerous!

With curiosity and an obsession for power, the brother joined the two seers with a phony smile. “What are you two whispering about?” Culsans wanted to know.

“Nothing at all,” responded his eleven-year-old sister as quick as lightning. But since Thesan was bad at lying and her brother knew her very well, Culsans immediately figured out that this must be an important conversation.

The parents were concerned as they looked towards the corner where this scene was unfolding. They could feel how the tension was rising, so the father called to his son: “Come here my young warrior. Tell me about your training with the sword and leave your sister alone.” But the prince with his young rebellious nineteen years did not really want to obey his father. So instead of the father, the king now spoke in a firmer tone: “Culsans, come to me right now. I am not saying this as your father but as the king!” He usually never spoke like this, so it was quite obvious how seriously the father meant it. The son, who was clearly in an inferior position compared to his father, walked towards the king with a lowered head. The situation in the main hall of the Pupluna palace gradually relaxed and calmed down again.

The grandmother, the former Queen of Pupluna, continued the conversation with her granddaughter. “Do you know what you saw there, Thesan?”

“Grandmother, I presume that the dolphin stands for our people, right? But I do not know what the young eagle means. Do you perhaps have an idea?”

The grandmother briefly thought about it and then spoke: “The eagle could stand for a city that is in the south. The city is very young. I believe that it was mentioned for the first time about 250 summer solstices ago. It calls itself Rome.”

“Rome?” responded Thesan, “is that what you think the young eagle represents?”

“Yes, Thesan, its power animal is an eagle, just as we have the dolphin,” the grandmother explained. “And its population is rather strange. It dreams of freedom and progress. It is a very mixed people that admires the Hellenes but is conducting a war against them at this very moment! The Romans drove away their rulers because the kings were not wise. Thesan, do you know how old our people is?”

“Old, very old, but I do not know the exact figure.”

“Our people is one thousand summer solstices old,” spoke the grandmother, “but do you also know the prophecy about us?”

Thesan: “Do you mean that our people will perish?”

“Yes,” said the grandmother, “the exact prophecy is that our people, the Etrurians, will encounter a crossroads after one millennium. One of the paths leads to war and the abyss!”

Thesan: “How can you talk about this so serenely?”

“You should know that we as an entire people have this in our hands. And as seers, we can show the possible paths but not avert our destiny. More than twelve hundred years ago, the people of the Etrurians left their beloved homeland of that time and fled because of a huge volcano eruption. Thanks to our seers and shamans, we searched for and found a land that was much more beautiful and fertile – with gentle hills and countless trees. With enough space for both people and animals, no matter if they were wild or tame. So Thesan, come with me. We will go outside.”

They went to the terrace, looked out to the sea and enjoyed the gentle breeze. The grandmother took Thesan with her to the adjacent palace, which was the home of the former queen. The grandfather was already waiting and received the two of them with much joy. He said: “Welcome my queen and princess.”

The grandmother immediately contradicted him: “I am no longer the queen!”

“But that’s what you will always be for me!” Thesan’s eyes shone because she could feel the love that her grandparents still had for each other after all these years.

The grandmother spoke to both of them: “Come with me. I want to show you something because now is the right time. On the day of your initiation, Thesan, I made this present for you. But you were too little back then to wear it, so I saved if for you to this day. Before your initiation, I had a vision. I saw you as a seer and the saviour of our people. That is why I had this piece of jewellery symbolising the Third Eye made for you.”

She opened the iron casket took out the golden disc with its symbols, which had two dolphins leaping towards each other on it. “About ten years ago, when we celebrated the festival of your initiation and gave you the name of Thesan, I placed this ornament on your forehead and fastened it on your head with a leather strap.”

The grandmother repeated the ceremony at this moment. As the golden disc touched Thesan’s forehead, the two of them suddenly found themselves at a little lake. The grandfather was moving towards them on a pathway. He spoke with a voice that was unfamiliar to them: “Welcome, emissaries.”

Both of them replied at the same time: “Grandfather, is that you?”

“Grandfather, who is grandfather?” the voice responded.

“Where are we? Are we still at the palace?”

“Neither time nor space rules in this place. No matter which path your people decide to take, it will end here.”

“Grandfather, are you Voltumna – the god of the gods?”

“No,” he laughed, “at most an ambassador…”

“What are we doing here? Why did you bring us here?” Thesan asked. The ambassador of the heavens remained silent. The grandmother had a questioning look on her face, and a moment of stillness passed…

The figure continued to speak in riddles: “Your people love freedom, nature and animals and also allows other societies this way of life, even if they are different. Warn your people against the bear!”

“The bear? How will we recognise the bear?” Thesan wanted to know.

“He will be big and strong, and you will recognise him by the spiral that he wears.” They were quite astonished at this spiritual being and his mysterious words as he continued: “You cannot conquer the eagle. His will to have freedom is too great! He is too agile and young. His eye is too sharp. His talons are too dangerous, and his beak is too deadly. Call upon your abilities of art and song, handicrafts, nature and your knowledge about the ore. Then the eagle will become your friend and protector.”

“And how should we do that?” asked the grandmother.

“Tell your people about this prophecy,” spoke the being from the sky. “If you manage to convince your people of it, then your legacy – the language and the culture – will survive. If the League of Twelve Cities decides on the path of war, then your language, your culture and even your entire existence will be denied for more than two thousand summer solstices.”

Thesan and the grandmother turned pale in awe because they felt the consequences of this prophecy within themselves. Then the grandfather transformed himself into an eagle and flew away…

Everything around them first turned white and they saw the peninsula of Pupluna through a murky light from the bird’s eye perspective. It was peaceful and they had the feeling of already having been gone from the palace for days. Then both of them slowly closed their eyes and opened them again at the same time. They found themselves back in the palace next to the grandfather, who said: “Why do you not respond when I ask you something?”

The grandmother answered in a startled voice: “What did you ask us?”

“Should we go spend a little time in the city and visit our people?” the grandfather wanted to know.

Grandmother and Thesan were astonished that the grandfather knew nothing about what had just happened. They asked him: “How long were we gone?”

“Gone? You were never gone! What are you talking about?”

“We were at a lake, the three of us!” the grandmother told him.

The grandfather smiled and responded respectfully: “Your mind played a trick on you. The three of us were at a lake, but that was already months ago.”

The grandmother was certain about what had happened and responded: “No, that was just now. The three of us were at a lake!”

“Then you had a vision because I was not with you,” the grandfather said with a bit of disappointment because he did not have this gift. He obviously believed the two of them, who then shared their vision with him.

Thesan knew from that moment on that she had a very difficult task to master. As young and impatient as she was, she wanted to warn the people immediately.

The grandmother responded wisely: “Yes, but we must first be sure about what we have experienced. After the walk among our people, we will consult with your father.”

In the Main Palace of Pupluna

King Krankru spoke: “My son and my beloved queen. As you know, I was in Tarchuna and consulted with the other kings about our trade with the Phoenicians, Hellenes and Egyptians. They have all made us rich, but our shamans advise us to reduce trade with the Hellenes to a minimum as long as they are engaged in a war against Rome. What do you think about this?”

Queen Ushil said: “We have never ignored the words of our shamans. Why should we now do this?”

Prince Culsans contradicted her: “Father, why don’t we help the Hellenes in their battle against Rome? It has already been a long time since we fought them.”

But the father was farsighted: “Culsans, why should we intervene in this conflict and sacrifice our soldiers for a war that is not ours?”

“Father, this is the perfect opportunity. Rome is weak and vulnerable. Now would be the right time to beat Rome, force it to accept peace and take back the cities that once were ours.”

The queen intervened: “Culsans, think carefully about what you are saying. You have never seen a war with your own eyes! Nor have you led your own warriors to a battlefield.”

“A warrior never seeks war but always attempts to prevent it by all means,” King Krankru instructed his son. “Listen to what our shaman says about this.”

The shaman of the royal family had already stood quietly in a corner the entire time, covered with his long mantle. Zeri, the shaman, stepped out of the shadow of the columns and spoke: “Let us go to the terrace and observe the birds and the weather.” Like so many times before, the shaman allowed nature to speak for itself.

Everyone looked out to the sea. Zeri lowered his head and began to meditate. The birds swarmed around as if they felt the tension in the air. Everything became completely silent…

The wind blew across the sea and made the old trees next to the palace sway. As it became stronger and stronger, the royal family was spellbound while watching the natural spectacle. The clouds gathered, just a few at first but then increasingly more. It became darker and darker, which was soon followed by a thunderstorm. The loud roll of the thunder shook the strong palace walls as if by command! The shaman was impressive as he raised his head and looked up into the heavens. There was thunder and lightning as the shaman began to read the message that only he could decipher. After a few minutes, the thunderstorm had passed and the sun brought light back to the city again. The shaman retreated without a word. This may have appeared quite disrespectful to an outsider, but the royal family knew that Zeri would only speak when he had deciphered the message.

The son could not and did not want to understand all of this, which was just ancient relics of long-passed epochs for him. Kingdoms were only created with the spear, the shield and the sword. There was just one way to help his Etrurians regain their former greatness.

The king interrupted his son’s thoughts at this point. “Son, I feel what you are thinking! Everything that a person must acquire with violence also requires violence to keep it! This is why each of our twelve cities has its own king and administers itself. This means that no city rules over the other.”

The son looked into space and could hear the words, but they bounced off his heart as if it was made of the iron that Pupluna produced.

King Krankru continued to speak: “You should learn everything about the spiritual world and nature from Zeri.”

But Culsans contradicted him again: “Father, I am a warrior and not a shaman…”

“But I want you to learn about wisdom and not just the art of battle.”

The younger man was very injured in his pride and left the room in anger. But he stopped abruptly when he was outside and turned back around to eavesdrop on his parents.

“My beloved Queen Ushil, what should I do?”

“I do not know. Let us wait to see what the shaman has read from the flight of the birds and the lightning and what advice he has for us,” responded the queen.

“You are right. I am simply too impatient and absolutely want to do something.”

Ushil continued: “Do you think that we should really limit our trade with the Hellenes?”

Krankru: “As long as they are engaged in war, yes. We will be forced to expand our trade with the Egyptians, Phoenicians, Celts and Gauls. And we will restrict the trade with King Pyrrhus as long as he engages in war against the Rumans in the south. Will you arrange this, my queen?”

“Yes, right away. I will immediately inform our tradespeople and iron manufacturers,” she said and left the palace.

At the same time, Thesan strolled between the houses of Pupluna and past the goldsmiths and stonemasons, basket weavers and terracotta manufacturers. All of them had lovely little houses made partially of wood and stone. The artists, blacksmiths and bakers also crossed her path. Every person in the city was filled with inner contentment.

A little breeze always blew on the hill. The wind of life wafted over to them and said, “Continue as you are. I am pleased with you.” The deep trust that the people felt in Thesan and her grandparents was quite tangible. Their trust was so deep because the kings of the Etrurian cities had earned it through the centuries. They had always been wise and acted in the goodwill of their population. The trust was as deep as the dark-blue seas off the coast of Etruria.

They had almost reached the highest point of the peninsula when Thesan called out to them and pointed to the sky, saying “Look, Ati Nacn and Apa Nacna (grandmother and grandfather).” The sun was slowly sinking into the ocean and the sky turned every colour as if it was a painting. Down below on the plain to the north, the iron smelters could be seen as they spit smoke into the sky. Clouds of smoke were visible day and night as a result of extracting iron from the stone that was brought to Pupluna in big ships from Ilva (Elba).

The grandparents spoke: “Come Thesan, we will go home now. It is already late.”

“Just one moment,” responded Thesan, “please just wait another moment until the sun touches the horizon.”

The grandparents grinned. Ever since she was very small, Thesan had never missed the spectacle of the sunrise or the sunset. Thesan let her eyes wander into the distance as she daydreamed.

The three of them took a little detour on their way back in the direction of the sacred sites that were located on the other side of the peninsula. They looked down at a plaza where the new-borns were welcomed with a wonderful festival – the initiation. The dead were also seen off here with a passage festival. Then the deceased were placed in a beautiful tomb, a type of artificial cave that had been hewn directly into the mountain. This had two to three beds and the favourite paraphernalia of the deceased. The bigger the family, the more beds were hewn into the stone. The royal families even had artificial hills that were usually on an elevated plain.

Even though no ceremony was taking place at that moment, the grandparents asked Thesan whether she could hear the music.

“Yes,” Thesan was pleased, “I can hear the music quite clearly.” The place was magical, so the music also played even when no festival was taking place – but not everyone could hear it.

It slowly became dark and they returned to the palace. The torches and oil lamps brightened their path. The forest that surrounded the city awakened and the animals and sounds that could only be heard in the night became louder.

As they walked through the lanes, everyone was pleased to see the young Thesan and secretly spoke of her as the anointed one. Thesan didn’t want to hear this at all. She just wanted to be herself. When they came home, Thesan spent the night with her grandparents, which always made them very happy.

At the same time, King Krankru still waited for the decoding by the shaman Zeri and Culsans was still eavesdropping in a concealed nook in the hopes of hearing the conversation inside.

Queen Ushil returned and spoke: “My king, I asked all of the traders and craftspeople to gather and let them know that as long as the Greeks are conducting a war, trading with them is prohibited.”

The king asked her, “And how did our city respond to that?”

“The blacksmiths have enough work because our iron goods are popular everywhere. On the other hand, the tradespeople are not so enthused. The other craftspeople have accepted it with a grumbling.”

Krankru asked: “But have our tradespeople and craftspeople understood why we must take these actions?”

“Yes, of course, even if everyone does not completely agree.” They sat in silence for a while without saying a word.

It was already late when Zeri came back to the royal couple. They had expectant expressions, but the shaman did not say a word. The rulers found this quite surprising. Zeri had otherwise always appeared when he had something to report to them.

“My king…..,” he spoke and paused in his speech.

“Tell us finally what the gods have to say,” King Krankru asked impatiently.

Zeri answered: “I believe that you do not want to hear the answer this time since the tidings of our gods – this new message – are very dark. It comes directly from the god of the gods Voltumna himself. If we do not listen to him, it will be the demise of us all!” Zeri said with a loud and clear voice.

Zeri’s loud voice also awakened Culsans, who was still lurking in his hiding place, as if a demon had shaken and roused him.

Zeri continued to speak: “By demise I do not just mean our city, my king, but the entire League of Twelve Cities. The downfall of Etruria, our independence, our language, our culture and even the partial enslavement of our people… We must be careful,” Zeri resumed speaking in a strange dialect.

Krankru kept his composure, but he was boiling on the inside since Zeri did not want to reveal the most important message.

“Speak and tell me what the gods have advised us to do,” the king finally wanted to know. Krankru had already received many messages, but he felt deep inside that this would surpass everything he had heard up to now.

Zeri spoke: “My king, you will not want to hear this!”

Krankru’s stomach growled, but not in hunger. He knew that nothing good would come now.

With a rather exhausted face, Zeri looked past the columns to the night sky. When his eyes turned back again, he spoke with a calm voice: “My king, the god of the gods Voltumna demands a great sacrifice from you. He wants the life of your only son Culsans in return for that of our people.”

Concealed in his hiding place, Culsans now opened his eyes very wide and could not believe what he had just heard. The king wanted to say something, but he was speechless. When he regained his composure after a while, he addressed Zeri: “Are you certain about what you are demanding of me?”

Even just the question and the fact that the king did not immediately discard the idea infuriated Culsans in his hiding place. Queen Ushil was petrified by this news, but also very angry because the king even considered making such a sacrifice. Zeri the shaman, who had never been wrong about his advice, knew that the king was in a very awkward situation. It was the destiny of many people against the destiny of an individual.

King Krankru: “Do you know what you are demanding of me, my shaman?” His voice was slightly incensed. Not because of Zeri but because this decision was so uncomfortable for the king. “Tupi Tupi Voltumna,” the king called out into the night. What a punishment from a god … “When does he want this sacrifice?” Krankru directed the question to Zeri in an almost apathetic and humble way.

“It will be in twenty days, at the next Tiur Festival. Then it must be performed under the full moon,” the shaman related.