To all my Gallic Friends and colleagues,

All that I have, indeed all that I will have, I would gladly give away to avoid having to make this announcement.

Fifty yeras ago, Our leader vowed that he would make Gaul the supreme faction in the world and control 100 provinces. During the last five years, as his health deteriorated, news came in on a regular basis of fresh conquests, yet I think he was aware, even towards the end that the news wasn't coming in as quick as it had to.

Chersonesos fell, CAmpus Scythii fell, Muzaka fell, Sinope fell and Hatra - taking our conquests to 90.

Ancyra fell, Dumatha fell, Tanais fell and so did Campus Sarmatae.

With two years to go, Themiskrya fell amd Seleucia and the armies marched north into Armenia

Kotais and Artaxarta fell a year ago.

All this year, through spring, summer and autumn, he awaited news for the final conquests.

They never came.

Gradually hope faded, his great strength gave out And now he has gone, never realising his ambition.

For all that, we must acknowledge the great heights to which he has led us and I ask you to rise as one to toast him.

This was the noblest Gaul of all.