No longer Promethus bound to a rock with a bird pecking at my liver, as TDC's April doldrums are over, I am laying back cooling off after an hour in my hot tub with a caraf of wine, and like a "Sleeping Satyr", I am contented, sated.

I've sent my army off to war, and sense that the battle, after going poorly for the last while, is turning to my way. After the victory, when my realm is hugely increased, I'll eat some grapes and know that to the victor goes the spoils.

Cheers.

SKELEG