Then I consider myself without proper supplies, men, and a map. I would know if it is even a possibility. I've been told more than once that there is nothing I have done to make the situation more... habitable.
I have ridden through the old streets of Roma, where the grass is thick over falling ruins and abandoned structures. I have heard that men meet there, some no doubt to plot crime, but others to stand in awe of the past and to hope to gain insight and inspiration from its presence. They may not know the names of the buildings that shade them or that they practice oration under, but they understand the importance of being there at all.
But would you ride beside me Cesare? I've been riding by myself for some time, part of it even without knowing that I was truly alone and that the others in my party weren't simply lagging behind.
*nudging the leg of the bed with his foot* Don't say "only", they were more difficult to come by than you might expect. No, you might enjoy this. When you are released, I will show you.
I could hardly carry it all with me. How does this sound: if you are still here tomorrow evening, I will have it brought over then. It did not sound to me as though you would stay here that long.
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I think often about that, about finding myself on a strange horse in a strange land and without the men I thought I had behind me at my back.
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