ress, initiating his declamation, the force of his words, his rhetoric, and ultimately his ardor for his country, its embodiment, representation, everything it stands for, winning the day. That man would eventually die years later at the battle of the Umbrian gap, winning the final chapter of the Valentina Conflict in the sacrificial process. Decades later, the god emperor would come upon his grandson studying one of the man’s written works, a treatise on the Republic. Plucking the book from the youth’s hand, studying it, the seat of the celestial heaven clearing this throat to make the pronouncement: “A wise man my child. A wise man. And a lover of his country.” Thanks.