She rubbed the torc with this strange mixture. Instantly, the gold sparkled brighter than the sun!
But from the top of the hill, Celtille saw a line of red on the horizon. was marching toward their oppidum. les gaulois cm1 évaluation
The next day, at the festival, the druid declared: "The omens are good! We will be strong." She rubbed the torc with this strange mixture
Tomorrow was the (the start of the summer season). But the sacred golden torc of her tribe, the Redones , had lost its shine! Without its shine, the druid could not read the omens for the harvest. was marching toward their oppidum
"But father," Celtille replied, looking at the round, fortified village ( oppidum ), "the Romans in their golden lorica segmentata (armor) laugh at our bracae (pants) and our long mustaches. They say we are just barbarians."
Bran laughed loudly. "Barbarians? Let me tell you about , the chief of the Arverni! He taught the Romans a lesson at Gergovie ! We don't have a single king. We have an assembly of chiefs. We are farmers, blacksmiths, and potters. We invented the barrel and the chain mail, which is more flexible than their Roman plates!"
Korigen touched a branch of hanging from an oak tree. "The gold needs a memory, child. A Gaul is not a barbarian. A Gaul is: a farmer who grows wheat and raises pigs, an artisan who forges iron, and a warrior who fears neither the Romans nor the sea. Go remember that."
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