1As they were fiercely uttering such things, and Valens, sending in his lictors, began trying to check the mutiny, they attack the man himself, throw stones and chase him as he flees. 1Shouting that he was hiding the spoils of the Gauls and the gold of the people of Vienne, the rewards of their labours, they plundered his baggage and searched the general's tents and the very ground with javelins and lances; 1for Valens, in a slave's clothing, was hiding with a decurion of the cavalry. 1Then Alfenus Varus, the camp prefect, as the mutiny gradually burned itself out, adds a device of his own: the centurions were forbidden to go round the watches, and the trumpet-call, by which the soldiers are summoned to their military duties, was left off.
1So all were paralysed, looked round at one another in bewilderment, frightened by the very fact that no one was in command; 1by silence, by submission and at last by prayers and tears they sought pardon. 1But when Valens came forward, disfigured and weeping and, beyond all hope, unharmed, there was joy, pity and goodwill: turned to gladness, as a crowd is immoderate in either direction, praising and congratulating him, they carry him, surrounded by the eagles and standards, to the tribunal. 1He, with useful moderation, demanded no one's punishment, but, so as not to be more suspect by dissembling, he rebuked a few, knowing that in civil wars more licence is allowed to soldiers than to generals.