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wall, just as planned when constructed years ago to separate the more civilized
Romanized Britain from Pictdom. Gratefully the wall kept apart the savage
ruthless barbarism that lay in the dense forests and the ever snow-capped
mountains beyond from its most northerly province.

This mighty construction with its many turreted garrisons and its ever growing
settlements was commonly known as the ‘Wall in the Sky.’ And as said it was
also the Emperors farthest flung and bleakest northern outpost in Rome’s still
vast but dwindling Empire.

But bleak and far flung or not, it was here in this place upon this small green
island the giant had planned upon spending the rest of his remaining days.
Aye it was here the ogre would bide in a bliss, full retirement hunting down
the swift deer and the lurking wolf in the dark woods. It was here he would course
the fleet hare in the lush meadow, and it was here the great slayer would fish for
trout in the great Salmon River. This was a river that started its life off springing
up as no more than a trickle in the land of the Picts. But then after flowing for
many a winding mile, the now mighty river ended its fresh water days surging
boldly into the cold grey North Sea.
Here with the great wall on one side of his home and the river on the other,
here was where Barak would bide.
Well anyway, this was at least the giant’s well thought out plan for his
retirement and his future. But then again, plans of course as everyone knows did
not, nor indeed still do not always work out as they are quite intended.

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