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I’m not a single story, I have several stories in me. My name is Rosamunda and, if you have some time, I’d like to tell you a few things about my life.
I never thought so much could happen in one’s lifetime. I’m not sure how many summers have passed since I was born. When I was a child, we were ruled by King Attila, the fiercest warrior and wisest leader of all those we’ve ever had. Back in those days, we were feared by everyone. Even the Roman Emperor opened his purse wide, paying us a lot of gold and expensive jewels for peace.
Rumour has it that when Attila negotiated peace with the emperor, he didn’t even dismount his horse. How fast time has passed! My first child was still young when news of Attila’s death reached us. Tougher times followed and our men had to take up arms. After the great battle, the sons of Attila were banished and King Ardaric took the power. The gods were good to us once more, since Ardaric brought glory to the Gepids and prosperity for all. But let’s not rush into telling this story. First, I’d like to tell you about my ancestors.