Three small black Roman numeral III tattoos, one on each of three wrists, in a simple lettering style.

Three Roman numeral III wrist tattoos

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Three wrists are shown, each with a small Roman numeral III tattoo in solid black ink. The numerals have clean, straight strokes with serifs, and each sits near the centre of the wrist. The photograph is taken at close range against a grey background, with the tattoos clearly in focus.

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Julius had cut the same numeral for eleven years, and still his chisel slipped on the third stroke. Gaius, the apprentice, watched from the bench while the mason's dust settled on the blue slate of the sundial. "Three strokes," Julius said, tapping the stone with the flat of his blade. "Never let the serifs run into each other. A man reads the hour in a glance, and a glance is all he gives."

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The commission had come from the magistrate of Eboracum, who wanted three dials set in the forum: one by the granary, one by the baths, one at the gate where the carts came in. Each would carry a single mark, the third hour after noon, when the heat was worst and the market clerks went out to drink. Gaius thought it a strange thing to honour with so much care. Julius said the hour was the only thing in the city that belonged to everyone equally.

On the last morning, Julius sent him alone to the gate dial with a pot of lead-black paint and a brush no wider than a finger. The carts rattled past. A woman with a basket of eggs asked him what the mark meant, and he told her it meant it was time to stop working, which was not quite true. Her shadow crossed the stone and touched the third stroke, and she laughed and said the sun had been slow that day.

When he returned, Julius was already packing the chisels. "Did it sit true?" he asked. Gaius nodded. The old mason ran a thumb along the strokes, found nothing wrong, and said nothing more about it, which was the highest praise he had.

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