I died a sudden death. Yet my kin made sure I missed nothing on my final journey. The community prepared us for war, for a glorious death in the battle.
Thus I was buried with my lavish military equipment, the swords, the gilded armour, the helmet, as well as my impressive golden glove, which some call “chiroctio” (gauntlet). My clothes and shoes were adorned with gold, formal, as tradition dictates. Even the symposium tableware accompanied me to the afterlife.
