'I say the Italian honour is down [..]'
Piero Jahier
A nocturnal warriors' camp. Nat is wounded.
Nat (towards the audience) :
Today has been a really hard day.
There were the nocturnal bivouacs again, when we left for the Town walls.]
On the march, one of our soldiers fell exhausted. His brothers-in-arm beat him: ]
Next time he'll march much better.
We're in the rearguard, today we haven't fought.
However, I saw swift-foot Achilles:
He led his Myrmidons, their steels were twinkling.
From the top, an arrow hit my back:
My duke will say I didn't like to fight.
I remember the girl I left along the promenade,
I try to remember her.
I'll get to the military hospital:
In the meantime, here people will continue.
Maybe I'll change my job.
To be continued
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