But his fellow returned a stare that for immobility would have done credit to the Memnon.
"Now," Titus began, "I have heard of this fault in the Christians.
They don't understand warfare." "We don't," Joseph declared bluntly.

"We do not see why you should take my sheep to feed your army, when we have had nothing to do with bringing your army over here.

We haven't cost you one drop of Roman blood or one denarius of Roman money, and yet you are taking at one act the whole of our substance and punishing us for the misdeeds of others--others whom you haven't succeeded in punishing yet." "That is bad judgment," Titus said, frowning at the last sentence.
"Unpleasant truth always is," Joseph retorted.
One of the tribunes laughed impulsively and Titus looked around at him reproachfully.
"Come, come, Carus," he said.
"Thy pardon, Caesar," the tribune replied, "but we'll be whipped in this wordy battle.

And even a small defeat were an unpropitious sign on this expedition." "To Hades with your signs! If I am whipped with six hundred back of me, I ought to be! Boy, we have your sheep by conquest; you will have to take them back the same way." Joseph's face fell.
"I have had them since I was nine years old.

I've tended them since they were lambs and their mothers before them.