And how often that happened! For I--I was only Bassianus to my mother; but her youngest was her dear little Geta.
"So the years passed.

We had, while still quite young, our own teams in the circus.

One day, when we were driving for a wager-we were still boys, and I was ahead of the other lads--the horses of my chariot shied to one side.

I was thrown some distance on the course.

Geta saw this.