A l e x a n d e r t h e G r e a t 42 or without arms. We will serve naked and exhausted. But, could you just hear a few sincere words from your devout soldiers? You are currently in a different world and are about to enter yet another new one. You are going to expose this trained army to wild animals. I want you to hear this from me and not from the soldiers behind you … our arms are broken, wounds bleeding and we have no horses to ride … (The men start to raise their voices and shout): Soldiers: Alexander is our King! Alexander, our patron. Alexander, our Lord! (Silence) (Alexander could not put any blame on his men, but he is not free from anger. He looks confused. He calls for his entourage to follow him to his tent). Alexander: Only my entourage is to follow me. Phegeus follows Alexander, then he returns to say to everyone): Phegeus: You may all leave. Get ready to cross the river. (Quiet)
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