"By Toutatis!" he bellows, his face red. "This is stronger than Getafix's magic potion! I see TWO Dogmatixes!"
The year is 50 BC. The little Gaulish village is, as usual, holding firm against the Romans. But today, something strange has happened. A small, leather boat has washed up on the beach near the village. Inside lies a wounded man wearing an unusual felt cap (a plis ) and carrying a double-headed eagle emblem.
Suddenly, Gjergj stands tall. He whistles. From every mountain pass, shepherds appear — not with swords, but with fyerje (wooden pipes) and burning torches.
Obelix, eating a wild boar, looks at Gjergj's hat. "I like his hat. Can I have one? And does his land have big menhirs?"