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Guardians at the Wall

By Tim Walker


Publication Date: 1st June 2021

Publisher: Independently published

Page Length: 296 Pages

Genre: Historical dual timeline (Contemporary/Roman)


What could possibly connect an archaeology student to a Roman centurion in second century Britannia?


Archaeology student Noah scrapes the soil near Hadrian’s Wall, once a barrier that divided Roman Britannia from wild Caledonian tribes, in the hope of uncovering an ancient artefact around which he can build a project-defining story. He makes an intriguing find, but hasn't anticipated the distraction of becoming the object of desire in a developing love triangle in the isolated academic community at Vindolanda. He’s living his best life, but must learn to prioritise in a race against time to solve an astounding 2,000-year-old riddle, and an artefact theft, as he comes to realise his future career prospects depend on it.


In the same place, almost 2,000 years earlier, Centurion Gaius Atticianus, hungover and unaware of the bloody conflicts that will soon challenge him, is rattled by the hoot of an owl, a bad omen.


These are the protagonists whose lives will brush together in the alternating strands of this dual timeline historical novel, one commencing his journey and trying to get noticed, the other trying to stay intact as he approaches retirement.


How will the breathless battles fought by a Roman officer influence the fortunes of a twenty-first century archaeology mud rat? Can naive Noah, distracted by the attentions of two very different women, navigate his way to a winning presentation?

Find out in Guardians at the Wall.



Vindolanda, near Hadrian’s Wall, 180 CE Gaius Atticianus grunted and chewed a ball of phlegm before spitting over the stone battlements into the encroaching darkness. A pale crescent moon escorted by stars was rising over a line of hills that separated Vindolanda fort from the Great Wall of Hadrian. The veteran centurion of the Sixth Legion called on a young auxiliary soldier guarding this stretch of wall to bring more charcoal for their brazier. Gaius was Commander of the Watch, and would move on to the next stretch of wall after a few minutes. “Will you tell me what ‘Vindolanda’ means, sir?” the youthful guard asked, swinging the brazier from its handle to encourage the glowing embers to embrace the new coals. “Why would you want to know that?” Gaius replied, turning towards the brazier to warm his legs. The young man placed the brazier between the two of them and warmed his hands in a brazen egalitarian act. “My mates won’t tell me, as if it’s their secret.” “What is your name, boy?” Gaius asked, in a voice that suggested he was irritated by the foolishness. “I am Amborix, sir, of the Belgic people in northern Gallia.” He stood to attention as he replied, sensing that he may have annoyed this commander of horses whom he had not encountered before. “Well, Amborix of the Belgic, it means ‘green sky in winter’,” Gaius growled, wrapping his red cloak tightly around his leather jerkin as he shifted his gaze to the eerie green glow that now floated on the hilltops, a celestial wonder that followed dancing, twinkling stars from their daytime slumber to entertain the night watch. “Thank you, sir – although I have been told something different,” Amborix replied, also turning to watch the shimmering lights. He was only a few months at the Wall, and had already spent his meagre wages on woollen socks and a thick tunic he wore day and night. He watched in silence as the mysterious wave of light added in new colours – red, blue, violet and yellow - as it climbed into the night sky. “This is a strange land,” he added, throwing a stone in the direction of a hoot from an owl, “and a cursed one. Our protector, Sol Invictus, will only rise from his slumber for a few short hours.” Amborix grunted, unconvinced, and tugged at his grey cloak whilst glancing with envy at his officer’s thicker cloak and fingerless mittens. His own ill-fitting round helmet was like a piss-pot compared to Gaius’s grand centurion’s plumed helmet, which bore carved inscriptions on polished bronze and had leather cheek straps to tie under the chin, unlike his canvas straps. “These are the longest hours,” he moaned, reflecting on the day his father sold him into the service of Rome at their tribal meeting place in Gallia Belgica. He held out a coinless hand and a snow flake settled in his palm. “I’ve served across the Empire, boy, since leaving my warm homeland in Asturia, and have seen better men than you spitted on the end of long spears, pricked by arrows or trampled under a shield press after their calves had been sliced. I’m old because I’m good at what I do. Now keep your eyes open.” In truth, his own eyesight was not what it once was, and the hills were but a blur to him. He would fail to see a man riding an elephant over them. Amborix ignored his cantankerous commander and stooped to warm his hands over the glowing coals, remarking, “If I could bottle those coloured lights, I’d make a few denarii back home.” He stood and glanced at the hills, then froze. “Wait! I can see movement.” Gaius leaned over a stone turret and squinted his eyes. “Where, boy?” “Moving shapes on that hill,” he replied, pointing. “Climb up the tower and look again.” “It could be wolves,” Amborix said, a note of anxiety cracking his voice. “Still, go and look. Be sharp.” Sighing, Amborix climbed a wooden ladder to the raised platform and scanned the dark hillsides, pausing where the sickly light brought rocks and scrub into wavering relief. He shouted down, “I can’t see anything moving. But it’s so dark. Shall I call out the guard?” “Are the hairs on your neck tingling, lad? Can you feel them out there watching you?” Gaius marched along the parapet and proceeded to wind back the string on a ballista and load a wooden bolt with a sharp iron tip into the groove. He took a torch and lit it from the brazier, placing it in a cradle above the weapon. “Don’t go quiet on me, boy – keep your reports coming.” “Something moved, I think but… Shall I ring the bell?” “Trust your judgement. If you believe you saw creeping barbarians, ring the bell.” The gods were winking in mischief above the dancing, coloured lights; then one star left the others and sped across the sky. “Another bad omen,” Gaius muttered under his breath as he peered into the darkness. “First owls, and now the gods are throwing fireballs.” He busied himself lighting more torches, then shouted across at the next stretch of wall for the guard to be vigilant. He turned to the tower and bellowed, “Report!” “Nothing. Maybe I saw…” Amborix’s voice gave way to a groan and Gaius turned to see the young man stagger, an arrow shaft protruding from his shoulder.



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Tim Walker reached his sixth decade during lockdown, and can look back on a career in publishing, marketing and general management that has taken him from London to Zambia, the Democratic Republic of Congo and back again. He tried his hand at creative writing in 2013 as a therapeutic activity whilst recovering from cancer treatment. Once he’d put on those dancing shoes, he could not stop, and has now hummed and jigged his way to a seventh novel, Guardians at the Wall. In between the heavy stuff he has written two books of short stories and a three-book children’s series with his daughter, Cathy. He grew up in Liverpool where his working life began as a trainee reporter on a local newspaper. After graduating, he moved to London where he worked in the newspaper publishing industry for ten years before relocating to Zambia where, following a period of voluntary work with VSO, he set up his own marketing and publishing business, returning to the UK in 2009. He now lives a quiet life in Datchet village near Windsor, beside the River Thames, the inspiration for his first book, Thames Valley Tales (2015). Whilst on a visit to Silchester, the site of the former Roman town Calleva Atrebatum, he came up with the idea for his first historical novella, Abandoned, published in late 2015. This was re-worked and beefed up to novel length in 2018 by which time it had evolved into book one of a five-book series, A Light in the Dark Ages. A Light in the Dark Ages book series became his obsession until 2020 when it reached its natural conclusion. Abandoned (second edition, 2018) was followed by Ambrosius: Last of the Romans (2017); Uther’s Destiny (2018); Arthur Dux Bellorum (2019) and Arthur Rex Brittonum (2020). The last two novels cover the life of an imagined, quasi-historical King Arthur, an early sixth century lord or war who organized Briton tribal resistance to the colonization of England by Anglo-Saxons. The series book covers were designed by Canadian graphic artist, Cathy Walker. His latest novel, Guardians at the Wall (2021) is a dual timeline adventure inspired by a visit to five excavated sites and museums on Hadrian’s Wall in Northumberland.


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