Invidiam risit pater, et iam poplite flexum sternentemque manus tranquillus ad oscula tollit inque vicem placida orsa refert: non coniugis ista consiliis, ut rere, puer, nec saeva roganti sic expostus ego: immoto deducimur orbe Fatorum; veteres seraeque in proelia causae.
The Father smiled at his reproach. Calmly he raised him for a kiss as he knelt with hands outstretched and in turn gave tranquil answer: My lad, this is not by my wifes counsels as you suppose nor am I so subject to her fierce demands. Our lot is spun by the changeless wheel of the Fates. Ancient and belated are the causes that lead to the war.
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