'Twice, sir,' said Malpass, head of the Form.
Mr. King shuddered. 'Yes, twice, quite literally,' he said. 'To-day, with an eye to your Army viva-voce examinations—ugh!—I shall exact somewhat freer and more florid renditions. With feeling and comprehension if that be possible. I except'—here his eye swept the back benches—'our friend and companion Beetle, from whom, now as always, I demand an absolutely literal translation.' The form laughed subserviently.
'Spare his blushes! Beetle charms us first.'
Beetle stood up, confident in the possession of a guaranteed construe, left behind by M'Turk, who had that day gone into the sick-house with a cold. Yet he was too wary a hand to show confidence.
'Credidimus,we—believe—we have believed,' he opened in hesitating slow time, 'tonantem Jovem, thundering Jove—regnare, to reign—caelo, in heaven. Augustus, Augustus—habebitur, will be held or considered—praesens divus, a present God—adjectis Britannis, the Britons being added—imperio, to the Empire—gravibusque Persis, with the heavy—er, stern Persians.'
'What?'
'The grave or stern Persians.' Beetle pulled up with the 'Thank-God-I-have-done-my-duty' air of Nelson in the cockpit.
'I am quite aware,' said King, 'that the first stanza is about the extent of your knowledge, but continue, sweet one, continue. Gravibus, by the way, is usually translated as "troublesome."'
Beetle drew a long and tortured breath. The second stanza (which carries over to the third) of
