I , a Prince , will tell you the rest . I am troubled about the Men of the North . '' He squatted like a hare in the heather , and looked over his shoulder . ' `` I also , '' said Maximus , `` or I should not be here . '' ' `` Listen , '' said Allo . `` Long and long ago the Winged Hats '' -- he meant the Northmen -- `` came to our beaches and said , ` Rome falls ! Push her down ! ' We fought you . You sent men . We were beaten . After that we said to the Winged Hats , ` You are liars ! Make our men alive that Rome killed , and we will believe you . ' They went away ashamed . Now they come back bold , and they tell the old tale , which we begin to believe -- that Rome falls ! '' ' `` Give me three years ' peace on the Wall , '' cried Maximus , `` and I will show you and all the ravens how they lie ! '' ' `` Ah , I wish it too ! I wish to save what is left of the corn from the millstones . But you shoot us Picts when we come to borrow a little iron from the Iron Ditch ; you burn our heather , which is all our crop ; you trouble us with your great catapults . Then you hide behind the Wall , and scorch us with Greek fire . How can I keep my young men from listening to the Winged Hats -- in winter especially , when we are hungry ?
My young men will say , ` XXXXX can neither fight nor rule .
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