Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

At the table, a constable, gesticulating wildly, is telling a lady, slightly older than him, something that is clearly impressive.
-- And then, the five of us stood on the bridge, Lord Marshal was wounded by a spear, and I shielded him. The fierce onslaught of the northerners broke against our formation wave after wave, like waves against a shore! Have you never seen the sea?
-- Unfortunately, I haven't.
-- Incredible! If I were rich, I would certainly have taken care of that, but alas, there are so many things to do and so little money... We killed fifty people, and for those who died that day, your husband and other worthy people, we honored them threefold.
-- Yes, yes, very bravely. Few are capable of such a thing, certainly not my late husband. Pour me some more wine.
Grabbing the goblet, the constable reaches for the wine jug and whispers confidentially to Cassius, who is sitting next to him:
-- Any progress? I swear, talking to women is more difficult than any of my duties as a constable.