One of his veterans, being greatly incensed against his neighbors, was once pleading his case before the deified Julius, and the case was going against him. “Do you remember, general” he said, “the time in Spain when you sprained your ankle near the river Sucro?” When Caesar replied that he remembered it, he continued: “Do you remember, too, when, because of the powerful heat of the sun, you wanted to rest under a certain tree that cast very little shade, that one of your fellow-soldiers spread out his cloak for you because the ground, in which that solitary tree had sprung up among the sharp stones, was very rough?” When Caesar replied: “Of course I do; and, too, when I was perishing with thirst, and wanted to crawl to a nearby spring because, crippled as I was, I could not walk, unless my companion, who was a strong and active man, had brought me some water in his helmet —” “Could you, then, general,” interrupted the veteran, “recognize that man, or that helmet?” Caesar replied that he could not recognize the helmet, but that he could the man, perfectly, and, irritated I suppose because he allowed himself to revert to the old incident in the midst of a trial, added: “You, at any rate, are not the one.” “You have good reason, Caesar,” he replied, “not to recognize me; for, when this happened, I was a whole man; later, during the battle of Munda, one of my eyes was torn out, and some bones were taken from my skull. And you would not recognize that helmet if you saw it; for it was split by a Spanish sword.” Caesar gave orders that the man was not to be troubled, and presented his old soldier with the bit of ground which, because his neighbors made a path through it, had been the cause of the quarrel and the suit.