See , I give you three years . If then you do not show us that Rome is strong in men and terrible in arms , the Winged Hats , I tell you , will sweep down the Wall from either sea till they meet in the middle , and you will go . I shall not grieve over that , but well I know tribe never helps tribe except for one price . We Picts will go too . The Winged Hats will grind us to this ! '' He tossed a handful of dust in the air . ' `` Oh , Roma Dea ! '' said Maximus , half aloud . `` It is always one man 's work -- always and everywhere ! '' `` And one man 's life , '' said Allo . `` You are Emperor , but not a God . You may die . '' ' `` I have thought of that too , '' said he . `` Very good . If this wind holds , I shall be at the East end of the Wall by morning . To-morrow , then , I shall see you two when I inspect , and I will make you Captains of the Wall for this work . '' ' `` One instant , Cæsar , '' said Pertinax . `` All men have their price . I am not bought yet . '' ' `` Do you also begin to bargain so early ? ''
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