City With Seven Hills

They walked for ages. Engel whined and wished they’d kidnapped a camel or two. He declared Jente several different kinds of masochist for just walking in the sun day in and day out. When they finally stood on the edge of the nation Jente had declared as their “one stop” on the way back to do Old Master’s bidding, Engel enjoyed a handful of the little green fruit-vegetables Jente had told him were called “olives”.

“...What’s so important about the city with seven hills?” he asked, and popped an olive into his mouth.

“We’re here to teach their armies.”