Puck chuckled as he rose . ` I 'm sorry , but children who spend the afternoon with me and a Roman Centurion need a little settling dose of Magic before they go to tea with their governess . Ohé , Parnesius ! ' he called . ` Here , Faun ! ' came the answer from Volaterrae . They could see the shimmer of bronze armour in the beech crotch , and the friendly flash of the great shield uplifted . ' I have driven out the Britons . ' Parnesius laughed like a boy . ' I occupy their high forts . But Rome is merciful ! You may come up . ' And up they three all scrambled . ` What was the song you were singing just now ? ' said Una , as soon as she had settled herself . ` That ? Oh , Rimini . It 's one of the tunes that are always being born somewhere in the Empire . They run like a pestilence for six months or a year , till another one pleases the Legions , and then they march to that . ' ` Tell them about the marching , Parnesius .
Few people nowadays walk from end to end of this country , ' said XXXXX .
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