Be we peace-lovers or not, there is warfare; if we do not fight we are fought against." Titus thrust his helmet back from his full front of intensely black curls and wiped his forehead.
"The sun is hot in these hills," he said disjointedly to the tribune he had called Carus, "and the wind is cold.

Uncomfortable climate." Carus said nothing.
"Is it not ?" Titus demanded irritably.
"Very," Carus observed hastily.
The little shepherd stood in the road and the six hundred were silent.
"Well," said Titus with a tone of finality, "you never remember the wrongs the strong man endured--wrongs that the weak man did him because of his weakness." "It never hurts the strong man," Joseph said softly, "to give the weak one another chance." Titus closed his lips at that, and the tribune who had smiled sarcastically looked with sudden intent at Carus.

Carus silently moved his horse to the sarcastic tribune's side with such threatening expression on his face that the other discreetly held his peace.
"Perhaps," Titus said thoughtfully, but the boy failed to see more in that word than the simple expression.

In his search for some further plea that would give him his sheep again, the presence of the young Roman appealed to him with hope.

Surely one so young and laughing, so ready to stop an army to argue with a child, could not be beyond reach of persuasion.