But from the top of the hill, Celtille saw a line of red on the horizon. was marching toward their oppidum.
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. les gaulois cm1 évaluation
"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." But from the top of the hill, Celtille
To read the omens, the Druid used a branch of sacred ______________ (mistletoe / oak / wheat). But the sacred golden torc of her tribe,
She rubbed the torc with this strange mixture. Instantly, the gold sparkled brighter than the sun!
"Wise druid," she panted. "Why is the torc dying?"