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So far we have, and yet I feel

The Empire is too wide a bow

For one land's strength.

The stuff's good steel.

Too great a strain may snap it though.

If we were ordered home

Good Lord

If Then our friends, the tribesmen there

Would have glad days.

This town would flare

To warm old Foxfoot and his horde.

We have not been forethoughtful here,

Pressing the men to fill the ranks

Centurions sweep the province clear.