Though he knew it brought him nearer to freedom, all that marching through France had been a weariness eating into his soul.

Now a free man, along the road from Plymouth to Troy he had almost skipped.
And this had been his homecoming! They remembered him.

Beyond all his hopes they remembered him.
In their memory he had grown into a Homeric man, a demi-god.

He had only to declare himself.

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