If the gods had meant us to travel on the water he would have made it so that we could walk on it.”The isle grew larger as they approached. The general had told them that it would give them an idea of the problems of invading Ireland. The King had spent many nights trying to persuade the general to support him. As they approached last island the king turned to the general. “General. We have almost finished the conquest in which you have not lost a single man. My island, Ireland is there.” He pointed to a smoky hump in the distance. “Give me but his ala of cavalry and I will give to you the land that is Ireland as a present.”“A generous offer. But with this ala alone I hope to conquer Caledonia which is a more pressing issue. I cannot give you men but I can give you money and I can give you horses and arms. Finally I can give you the ship which will return you to your land. Just promise me that you will be an ally of Rome.”The king extended his arm. “You have my word.”Agricola smiled and walked away.
