iam tunc arma manu, iam tunc cervice pharetrae, et ferri properatus amor durataque multo sole geluque cutis; tenero nec fluxa cubili membra, sed ingenti saxum commune magistro.
Even then arms were in my hand, even then a quiver at my neck, precocious love of steel, skin hardened by sun and frost in plenty, limbs not loosened by soft bedding, but a rock shared with my huge master.
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