And the Tuscan fighter, gazing up at the sky and drinking in the air as he returned to his senses, said: “My mortal enemy, why do you ridicule me, threaten me with death? Killing is no crime. I never engaged in combat on such terms. No such pact did Lausus seal 1070 between you and me that you would spare my life. One thing is all I ask, if the vanquished may ask a favor of the victor: let my body be covered by the earth.
