returns from Mexico with a new vision for making palm trees from scratch.
The cry from the walls tore Maximus Boicicus rudely from his slumber. The chill of the June morning promised a hot day under cloudless skies, yet for the men of Verulamium no day of toil in the fields awaited them. Dark on the horizon, the smoke of a burning farmstead heralded the return of the Seax….
