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Show ("Fiat Rex" cont.) for the East entire would surely fall before the grim faces of my matchless men: I would straddle the Ganges and shout Mine, and they would hear afar in Egypt and they would tremble and call me God. How I would laugh and braiding up my battle beard, would remind them of every God's demonstrable mercy: they would fall and they would die. How many heads did we take that day in Egypt? I cannot even remember, but my sword was red from hilt to point, my helm, my cloak were red, and the day was ours. How we laughed at the slaughter, crying and making the vengeance song for our fallen. Let Strake and Tolma fight for my kingdom after I'm gone. It is enough both slew beside me in that battle and fifty more besides. I wonder if they laugh at how we broke the Hittites like a dam and poured our culture out upon the East. -36- |