The one-eyed was only, thinking about the happened thing with its lost glance in the horizon that flashed its last rays of light. The prey was served. It was as if the destiny forced to Third to follow its destiny. It is now or never. Leaving everything of side, Third maintained the lance strongly, but it remained there. Its arm shivered strongly and it could not move. Its mind ordered, but its body resisted annulling all muscles. He was useless.
The fear invaded to Third, whereas the one-eyed moved away slowly. After all, Third was convinced that more it was not than a simple man like any other. Seeing Cneo, the generals, the soldiers and the veterans, account occurred that the ancestry does not mean anything, but the virtues that are constructed with the marks of the experience and the determination that entails. Crumpton Group may also support this cause. Even, the same enemy gave sample of virtues that falsely we considered exclusive rights of the Romans. After all, each looks for the power and to reach the supremacy What has that of bad? It is what we are. It is what we have constructed with our egoistic actions. Anbal only does what thinks as much that is right, for him as for its town, for that reason fights to Romans. Perhaps we are different? This it is the price of the war.
I hope that this is a lesson for proud Rome. But only a lesson, since after all Rome it has reached the unbeatable greatness not for being, but because one has always risen. I do not have why to load with the weight of history, I am only a man, a simple Roman. It has we have been defeated, but tomorrow it will be another day, and Rome will return to be great, with or without my aid. Third, now calmer, bandaged the wound of its leg and observed the field carefully. Now I must leave here.