Of course, as a triumph was an incredible honor to be remembered for generations, no Roman in his right mind would ever trade it for the chance to run for any political office, not even consul. But early the next morning, Caesar left his tent on the Field of Mars clad in a shining white toga and walked deliberately toward the city gate just north of the Capitoline Hill. The few who were awake at that hour must have stared openmouthed as they realized what he was about to do. Passing under the gate, he crossed the sacred boundary of the city and thereby forfeited his triumph. No one could
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