`` I pray the Gods that may be true , '' he said . `` But I ask you again not to forget me . '' ` We climbed the last hot hill and looked out on the eastern sea , three or four miles off . There was a small sailing-galley of the North Gaul pattern at anchor , her landing-plank down and her sail half up ; and below us , alone in a hollow , holding his pony , sat Maximus , Emperor of Britain ! He was dressed like a hunter , and he leaned on his little stick ; but I knew that back as far as I could see it , and I told Pertinax . ' `` You 're madder than Allo ! '' he said . `` It must be the sun ! '' ` Maximus never stirred till we stood before him . Then he looked me up and down , and said : `` Hungry again ? It seems to be my destiny to feed you whenever we meet . I have food here . Allo shall cook it . '' ' `` No , '' said Allo . `` A Prince in his own land does not wait on wandering Emperors . I feed my two children without asking your leave . '' He began to blow up the ashes . ' `` I was wrong , '' said Pertinax . `` We are all mad . Speak up , O Madman called Emperor ! ''
` XXXXX smiled his terrible tight-lipped smile , but two years on the Wall do not make a man afraid of mere looks .
Allo Britain Emperor Emperors Maximus Pertinax Prince landing-plank leave sailing-galley