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Alexander! Alexander!
The arrow is stuck in his lung. Fetch the physician!
No, Perdiccas. Cut it out of me. Now, man!
Alexander's body was by now as scarred and slashed as a butcher's block, and this new wound was the deepest yet.
Perhaps, having escaped death once again, he ought to have considered a reduction in his adventuring.
On the contrary, it only reinforced his sense of invincibility.
When he reached the southern coast, Alexander announced that the bulk of his army would not be sailing home; rather, they would trek through the vast Gedrosian desert.
The fleet was put under the command of Nearchos, with orders to sail along the coast and rendezvous at Babylon.
And so the admiral made ready.
The ships were loaded with barley cakes and wineskins, nets and fishing lines; chests of gold, should there be opportunities for trade, and racks of spears, should they need to fight.
In addition to the steersmen and sailors, the carpenters and soldiers, there were also geographers, botanists, and naturalists, eagerly crowding the decks for a sight of something new and marvellous.
For this, you see, would be a voyage of discovery.