`` We split the Eagle before I was born . '' ' `` What thieves ' talk is that ? '' said my Father . He hated slang . ' `` Well , sir , '' I said , `` we 've one Emperor in Rome , and I do n't know how many Emperors the outlying Provinces have set up from time to time . Which am I to follow ? '' ' `` Gratian , '' said he . `` At least he 's a sportsman . '' ' `` He 's all that , '' I said . `` Has n't he turned himself into a raw-beef-eating Scythian ? '' ' `` Where did you hear of it ? '' said the Pater . ' `` At Aquae Solis , '' I said . It was perfectly true . This precious Emperor Gratian of ours had a bodyguard of fur-cloaked Scythians , and he was so crazy about them that he dressed like them . In Rome of all places in the world ! It was as bad as if my own Father had painted himself blue ! ' `` No matter for the clothes , '' said the Pater . `` They are only the fringe of the trouble . It began before your time or mine .
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