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Loyalty

If ever anyone doubted the loyalty I commanded amongst my troops, the incident in Samarkand laid them all to rest. Upon seeing an arrow split my leg bone, thus making it impossible for me to ride back, my cavalry got the honor of carrying me back home.

Before long, my infantry wanted to offer their help and share in the honor to carry their leader. So they took turn one by one.

Death

But despite my vulnerability on the front line, the bounty on my head and such wounds, I was avoiding mortality at an impressive rate. At some point, I just thought that I would survive it all.

Of course, I did not.

I died in Babylon, placed in a gold sarcophagus and taken to Memphis, Egypt. I was laid to rest in Alexandria.

Thankfully, the respect that was paid to me by my men was worthy of my life accomplishments.

What was forever robbed from me, and why I have never really rested peacefully, is that my afterlife was robbed from me: my tomb was not left untouched. In 89 BC, Ptolemy IX was in need of money so he opened the tomb and melted down the sarcophagus to make gold coins.

Thankfully, the Gods avenged this and Ptolemy IX was killed thereafter.

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