I uttered my Greek war-cry, which has made many an enemy tremble before now, and rushed on the murderers.

Such fellows are always cowards; the moment they saw one of their accomplices mortally wounded, they fled.

I did not pursue them, but stooped down to examine the poor boy, who was severely wounded.

How can I describe my horror at seeing, as I believed, your brother Bartja?
Yes, they were the very same features that I had seen, first at Naukratis and then in Theodorus' workshop, they were.

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