"I forgive you." He struck his sword deep in the earth.

"Henceforth it shall be for a ploughshare," he added.
The assessor bowed low, kissing the hand of Vergilius, who quickly mounted horse.
Then said the latter, turning to his followers: "Come, let us make haste.

Before the gold is shining in the great lantern of Shushan.

I must be on my way to the sea." "On your way to the sea!" said his friend.
As he answered, the voice of Vergilius had a note of longing and beloved memories: "Yes, for the day is come when I return to the city of Caesar.

Nothing shall separate me longer from my beloved.