He spurred his horse south, riding into the fading light of the Roman summer.
"Theodosius is a Spaniard," Gaius replied dryly, wiping sweat from his brow. "He is always in a fury. It is his natural state." jul 388
"Prepare the edict," the Emperor’s voice boomed, echoing in the marble hall. "The churches of the heretics are to be confiscated. The assemblies of the Arians are forbidden. And regarding the Senate... let them pray to whom they wish in private, but the Altar remains removed. The state has but one protector now." He spurred his horse south, riding into the
By the end of July 388, the road to Maximus’ capital of Aquileia (in northeastern Italy) lay open. It is his natural state
Gaius stood in the shadow of the Aquileia basilica, watching the crowds. The city was a staging ground, a choke point where news from the East filtered into the West. The atmosphere was electric with a mixture of relief and dread. The civil war was over, but the cost was high.
He spurred his horse south, riding into the fading light of the Roman summer.
"Theodosius is a Spaniard," Gaius replied dryly, wiping sweat from his brow. "He is always in a fury. It is his natural state."
"Prepare the edict," the Emperor’s voice boomed, echoing in the marble hall. "The churches of the heretics are to be confiscated. The assemblies of the Arians are forbidden. And regarding the Senate... let them pray to whom they wish in private, but the Altar remains removed. The state has but one protector now."
By the end of July 388, the road to Maximus’ capital of Aquileia (in northeastern Italy) lay open.
Gaius stood in the shadow of the Aquileia basilica, watching the crowds. The city was a staging ground, a choke point where news from the East filtered into the West. The atmosphere was electric with a mixture of relief and dread. The civil war was over, but the cost was high.