Fabricus smiled, "I suppose it's no use me trying to convince you to stay. I like you Ursus, I always considered you more a father than Lucius ever was. Go, live in exile, but know hat you are always welcome." He got up from the throne, went over to Ursus and hugged him, "At the very least, promise to return when you are on your death bed. I'll give you a funeral that even the Gods will envy."