Suddenly, Gjergj stands tall. He whistles. From every mountain pass, shepherds appear — not with swords, but with fyerje (wooden pipes) and burning torches.

The man wakes up. "Më falni," he whispers. "Unë jam Gjergj. Romakët po na pushtojnë... ata kanë një armë sekrete."

Asterix cracks his knuckles. "Another fortress? Another Caesar? Same old story."

That night, a great feast is held. Wild boar is served alongside tavë kosi (baked lamb with yogurt). Obelix tries raki for the first time. He drinks an entire barrel.

"Good enough for me!" shouts Obelix.

"Give up, Gauls!" shouts the Roman centurion, "or the Illyrian princes die!"