Eirene, the paper stuff has to go! Can't read anything else but my name, anyway.

Gods. Don't need much interface to talk to them. Especially no interface in the form of priests. Priests. Crooks, many of 'em. Titus Pullo is very well capable of dealing with the gods himself. But...I sometimes pray, you know. To gods, to Vorenus' bristles, to Eirene's bum, to anything, as long as any god will listen. They do, mostly. But some listen to the wrong things on the wrong moments, hahaha!

Forcule! Si tu es ipse deus ad rem, te imploro. Si ianuam hanc aperies, bonum album agnum tibi occidam. Si autem fallo, si bonum agnum medio pretio invenire non potero, Tunc tibi dono....dic, sex turtures. Forcule, id votum tibi solvam…

(Forculus! If you be the right god for the business here, I call on you to help. If you will open this door, then I will kill for you a fine white lamb. Or failing that, if I can't find a good one for a decent price, then, say, six pigeons. This, Forculus, I vow to you...)

"Adsis, Mars! Ecce, Mars! Sum Titus Pullo! Hi cruenti viri tibi dati sunt a me!"

("Look here Mars! Look here Mars! I am Titus Pullo! And these bloody men, my gift to you!")

Prayers by Pullo

In honor of my most respected and favorite Roman military leader: C. Iulius Caesar.

Vivat, crescat, floreat XIII !!!

"Aye, I've seen their gods. Titus Pullo ain't scared of any bastard with a dog's head on 'em."