Believe me , ' Parnesius turned again to Dan , ' a boy is safe from all things that really harm when he is astride a pony or after a deer . Do you remember , O Faun , ' -- he turned to Puck -- ` the little altar I built to the Sylvan Pan by the pine-forest beyond the brook ? ' ` Which ? The stone one with the line from Xenophon ? ' said Puck , in quite a new voice . ` No ! What do I know of Xenophon ? That was Pertinax -- after he had shot his first mountain-hare with an arrow -- by chance ! Mine I made of round pebbles , in memory of my first bear . It took me one happy day to build . ' Parnesius faced the children quickly . ` And that was how we lived on the Wall for two years -- a little scuffling with the Picts , and a great deal of hunting with old Allo in the Pict country . He called us his children sometimes , and we were fond of him and his barbarians , though we never let them paint us Pict fashion . The marks endure till you die . ' ` How 's it done ? ' said Dan . ` Anything like tattooing ? ' ` They prick the skin till the blood runs , and rub in coloured juices . Allo was painted blue , green , and red from his forehead to his ankles . He said it was part of his religion .
He told us about his religion -LRB- XXXXX was always interested in such things -RRB- , and as we came to know him well , he told us what was happening in Britain behind the Wall .
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