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LOLLINGDON DOWNS
Lucius
Their raiders crossed the line last night,
Eastward from this, to raid the stud,
They stole our old chief's stallion, Kite.
He's in pursuit.
Cotta
That looks like blood.
Lucius
Well, better that than dicing here
Beside this everlasting stream.
Cotta
My God, I was in Rome last year,
Under the sun, it seems a dream.
Lucius
Things are not going well in Rome,
This frontier war is wasting men
Like water, and the Tartars come
In hordes.
Cotta
We beat them back again.
