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Before the evening, the rumour spreads in town that Valerianus' men have seized Mount Palatine. Faustina, the former emperor's widow, has been made a prisoner; her son seems to have disappeared.
It is time, Aurelius considers, to go and present our regards to the new emperor. This one, a tall, stout, bearded man, welcomes us in a very good humour when we announce him the news from Tarraco.
"Thanks to you, today, in the same time than I vanquish my enemies from inside, I learn that I've vanquished my enemies from outside! In a few days, I will celebrate my triumph in the streets of Rome. You will of course take part in it. This wench," he adds with a lewd glance at Brynhild who stands, chained and silent, near us," will, too! For the moment," he orders to his guards, "lock her in the same room than the usurper's wife!"
And, a few days later, the triumph of the new emperor Valerianus takes place. His servant have prepared him a pomp chariot, on which he will be driven along the main avenues of Rome. I see them bring the two prisoners who will be chained to his vehicle: Brynhild, and the former empress Faustina. The latter is a dark-haired woman, her body slender and firm in spite of her age - she must be around forty - who must have had a great air before the ordeals she has gone through. If the rumour doesn't lie, the emperor has proceeded the preceding nights to the two women's gaol, and used them abundantly.
Their humiliation only begins: if I can examine the former empresse's body, that's because, like Brynhild, she is wholly naked. It is in such an apparel that the two women will have to walk through the whole town, chained behind the emperor's chariot, under the gibes and filthy looks of the Roman mob, some of the more audacious even slipping through the cordon of guards to feel or pinch their displayed bodies. Even if she hasn't been better treated than Faustina, Brynhild has apparently better stood it. She discreetly comforts her fellow prisoner, otherwise the Roman woman would obviously have collapsed in tears without the end of the parade.
And Aurelius and I ride behind all this. In other circumstances, I would consider as the greatest honour to be invited at the emperor's triumph, but here and now... the EMPEROR's triumph! This fat bastard who never even was in Tarraco, who never drew his sword to defend my town, but only to fight his fellow citizens, and who didn't find anyone else to triumph over than two naked and disarmed women!
My opinion about our new emperor hasn't bettered when I attend, in the following evening, a banquet at his palace. Valerianus lies at the great dining-room's end, having made chain Faustina and Brynhild at his table-bed. It seems that he has begun to get drunk before the opening of the banquet.
"My dear friends," he addresses us, "today I've celebrated my triumph over the usurper Aemilianus" (he glances at Faustina, who hangs her head, eyes closed) "and the barbarous Franks!" (Brynhild dryly sustains his look). "May these two slaves be the symbol of my victory! I will know how to be generous with you, who have helped me. You, to begin for, valorous defender of Tarraco, I want to make you a gift tonight. Do you wish for a jewel, a golden cup, a precious stone from my treasure? Ask without fear, and it will be given to you."