Mary Macgregor, The Story of Rome, From the Earliest Times to the Death of Augustus…
“ But it was a wooden yoke under which Horatius stooped, and one of the beams was treasured for many years, and named the ‘sister’s beam.’Yet it was not only the memory of his penance that was preserved. To recall his courage to the Romans who would follow him, the arms which Horatius had taken from the Curiatii were hung on a pillar in the market-place. And in days to come the citizens would point to this pillar, saying: ‘It is the pillar of Horatius.’When she saw Horatius wearing on his shoulders the cloak of her betrothed, she broke into bitter sobs. ”
