Letter 9

Julian the ApostateGregory, uncle|julian emperor
grief deathillnessimperial politics

To my Uncle Julian.

It is the third hour of the night. I have no secretary available — they are all busy — so I am writing this to you myself, with some difficulty. I am alive, by the grace of the gods, and have been freed from the necessity of either suffering or inflicting something irreparable [the death of Emperor Constantius II from natural causes had resolved the civil war before any battle].

But the Sun — whom of all the gods I besought most urgently — and sovereign Zeus bear me witness: I never for a moment wished to kill Constantius. Quite the opposite. Then why did I march? Because the gods explicitly commanded me and promised safety if I obeyed — but if I stayed, consequences I pray no god ever inflicts on me. Furthermore, having been declared a public enemy, I intended only to frighten him, hoping our quarrel would end in a settlement on friendlier terms. And if it had come to battle, I meant to leave the outcome entirely to Fortune and the gods, and to accept whatever their mercy decided.

Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.

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