You asked me what I require of my sword. You must understand that the bread I ask for through my struggle, I ask for in the name and on behalf of the poor folk like myself, who have had nothing from this new Italy to sustain them for at least a dignified albeit poor life.
Barons, lords, and dukes still rule in every corner of this island; many peasants, still slaves, are subject to the yoke, whose sunburnt arms reap as much grain in the fields as would suffice to feed a hundred men, but because of the taxes they have to pay to the masters of the new state, they cannot even feed their children.
Yes, I could have enjoyed the wealth and protection of Lena, perhaps, for the rest of my days but decided to drive those hungry children through the rocks and snakes. Now, I hide and steal what I c
