Bors Well, you speak for yerself- it’s cold back there. And everyone I know is dead and buried. Besides, I have, I think, a dozen children. Bors You listen, when the Romans leave here, we’ll have the run of all this place. I’ll be... governor of my own village, and Dagonet will be my personal guard and royal arse-kisser, won’t you, Dag? Bors A beautiful Sarmatian woman? Why do you think we left in the first place?