Up shield -- up spears , and tighten your foot-wear ! '' ' `` Do n't think yourself Emperor of Britain already , '' a fellow shouted . I knocked him over with the butt of my spear , and explained to these Roman-born Romans that , if there were any further trouble , we should go on with one man short . And , by the Light of the Sun , I meant it too ! My raw Gauls at Clausentum had never treated me so . ` Then , quietly as a cloud , Maximus rode out of the fern -LRB- my Father behind him -RRB- , and reined up across the road . He wore the Purple , as though he were already Emperor ; his leggings were of white buckskin laced with gold . ` My men dropped like -- like partridges . ` He said nothing for some time , only looked , with his eyes puckered . Then he crooked his forefinger , and my men walked -- crawled , I mean -- to one side . ' `` Stand in the sun , children , '' he said , and they formed up on the hard road . ' `` What would you have done , '' he said to me , `` if I had not been here ? '' ' `` I should have killed that man , '' I answered . ' `` Kill him now , '' he said . `` He will not move a limb . '' ' `` No , '' I said . `` You 've taken my men out of my command . I should only be your butcher if I killed him now . '' Do you see what I meant ? ' Parnesius turned to Dan .
` Yes , ' said XXXXX .
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