420 Summer, west of Ancrya
So, Lord, I am dying. And I die here, in the east, as my army prepares to give battle with that of the false Emperor. Not much of a general, was I, Lord? Never even saw a battle.
Have I served you well, Lord? My hands are clean. I have put no towns to the sword. I have forgiven those who rebelled against Rome. No free man born within our rightful borders has been enslaved. Even the barbarians on our borders, I have left undisturbed.
And you, Lord, have rewarded us well. You delivered Salona to Eugenius Flavius; Ancrya and Ephesus to Illus Flavius; Constantinople and Lepcis Magna to Andragthius Flavius; Colonia Agrippina and Samarobriva to Rufinus Potitus. And, most miraculous of all, you even returned Londinium to the fold, by inspiring Aurelianus Donatus to lead a loyalist rebellion, much as you inspired me to do in Syracuse so long ago.
And so now, Lord, I am ready. There is much still to be done. But I have just been your humble servant. I have no doubt Eugenius was right. It matters not who does what, so long as your will is done. Andragthius will take up the throne as he was promised. By popular acclaim, Rufinus Potitus will be his Caesar. And me, Lord, I just give thanks for what you have given us and pray forgiveness for all my sins.
Spurius Cipius
Augustus, 406-420 AD
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