I was, at any rate, still child enough to forget everything else in the brilliant spectacle that unfolded before my eyes.
I remember to this day the colored wax statue which represented Pertinax so exactly that it might have been himself risen from the grave.

And the procession! It seemed to have no end; one new thing followed another.
All walked past in mourning robes, even the choir of singing boys and men.

Cilo explained to me who had made the statues of the Romans who had served their country, who the artists and scholars were, whose statues and busts were carried by.

Then came bronze groups of the people of every nation in the empire, in their costumes.

Cilo told me what they were called, and where they lived; he then added that one day they would all belong to me; that I must learn the art of fighting, in case they resisted me, and should require suppressing.