Always Victorious

At the hour when the sky sheds its light most generously, Constantine got off his white horse with a jump, let it loose to graze on the green grass, while he himself fell to his knees praying for a sign from God. He knew that a victory against Maxentius was very difficult. His army outnumbered his. The praetorians that fought on Maxentius' side were just as combat-hardened and courageous as those on his side. They were mostly from the same region and stock of people, Illyrians. Only divine help could tip the balance in his favor. As he was on his knees praying with his hands joined together and his head up towards the sky, it seemed to him that God tore apart a veil in the sky that prevents humans from seeing God's supernatural signs. He turned his head towards the sun. The sunrays had never been so warm and gentle and soothing and for the first time, they were not hurting or blinding his eyes. There in the sky Constantine saw a cross of light. And suddenly he heard a whisper in his ear: "In this sign there is victory."