Alas how this tale of the noble King Arthur’s ascension to the throne reminds me of mine to Emperor of Rome. In Arthur’s case the covetous men who aspired to the throne denied him of his rightful title even after multiple instances of irrefutable proof, each time delaying his crowning until the next holiday. And for what? Did they honestly believe they would be capable of removing Excalibur, especially if they failed the first time or the next time after that? I too was destined by divine power to become the ruler, although of an empire, one many times greater in size than Arthur’s realm–not that this matters though. However, the opposition that I faced was different in nature. Of course, Rome being a larger kingdom–not that this matters again–I faced far more coveters. Galba was the first to unrighteously claim the title as emperor, subsequent to Nero’s suicide. He was soon murdered by the supporters of the next wrongful coveter Otho, who in turn was soon defeated by the last primary wrongful coveter, Vitellius, who was the most difficult to get rid off. By this time I had left Jerusalem, my son Titus assuming the task of putting those rebels in Jerusalem back in line, and headed for Alexandria in order to secure the grain supplies, while the rest of my army headed to Rome under the command of M. Antonius Primus. It was a bloody matter overcoming Vitellius as well as the other wrongful coveters, but in the end nothing could prevent my divinely ordained destiny, as was the case with Arthur, albeit there was supposedly no violence in his ascension, which makes sense since in my case it was for Rome, a much larger kingdom–again not that this matters at all.