"I write at my father's request," thus open the annals of the pathetic and generally useless son of Ditalkos. Though a handsome lad, and very easy to get on with, he lacked the energy or wit to do anything without the expressed order of his father, "to hand down the annals of the Lusitani from a time when the worthy historian Jubal has vanished. Though the Carthaginian citizens launched yet another strike against us, they were repelled easily outside Bocchoris by my brother-in-law Elatunako. My uncle Latronos (who seems, from what is recorded in the few notes he left behind, to have been pleased by the boy's uselessness) has himself taken up the sword again and put down the new troubles that have sprung up in our land. First he defeated a small band of anarchists near Sucum Murgi, and then Phoenicians with vile intentions and the support of a minor king at Gader. Shamefully, even Lusitanians joined in with the treachery, believing that with our new size and status, we would come under attack sooner. These were defeated by loyalists and veterans on a hilltop near the capital of Oxtraca"