|07:27 pm - dulce et decorum est|
For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars
enjoyed the honor of a Triumph: a tumultuous parade.
In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals
from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with
treasure and captured armaments.
The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking
in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood
with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses.
A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and
whispering in his ear a warning:
that all glory
|sic transit gloria mundi|