The Ruffian I Had Felled Was Beginning to Move, and a Stout Stave in My Hand.

There lay a few links of the neck chains of a dust dead warrior. And there again, the head of his boar spear. Here was the thin gold circlet he had on his finger. The pin that fastened his coloured cloak and the buckle of his sandal. Jove, i could nearly tell the names of the vanished wearers,. i knew all these things so well. But it was no use hanging over the pile like this. It served no purpose to rem an therefore, and muttering to myself that i was a nearer heir to the treasure than any among those thieves, i selected some dozen of the fairest, most valuable trinkets and put them in my