ABSTRACT
The chief of the Huns, king Attila, born of his father Mundiuch, lord of the bravest tribes, sole possessor of the Scythian and German realms, something unheard of before, captured cities and terrified both empires of the Roman world, and, appeased by their prayers, took an annual tribute to save their remnants from plunder. And when he had accomplished all this by favour of fortune, he fell not by wound of the foe, nor by treachery of friends, but in the midst of his nation at peace, happy in his joy and without sense of pain. Who can rate this as death, when none believes it calls for vengeance?
