Volume Ii Part 47 (1/2)

Syphax disappeared.

Cethegus cast a look at the plan.

”So they come from the north-west, down the hill. Woe to him who shall try to stop them there. Then comes the deep valley in which we are encamped. Here the battle will be fought and lost. Behind us, to the south-east, our position lies along a deep brook; into this we shall be inevitably thrown--the bridges cannot be defended. Then a stretch of flat country. What a fine field for the hors.e.m.e.n to pursue us! Finally, still farther back, a dense wood and a narrow pa.s.s with the ruined Castle of Hadrian. Marcus,” he cried, as the latter entered the tent, ”my troops will march at once. We shall go down along the brook into the wood; and you will tell whoever questions you that we march back to Rome.”

”March home, without fighting!” asked Marcus, astonished. ”You surely know that a battle is pending?”

”Just for that very reason!”

And with these words Cethegus departed to wake Belisarius in his tent.

But he found him already up. Procopius stood near him.

”Do you know already. Prefect?” said Belisarius. ”Fugitive country people say that a troop of hors.e.m.e.n approaches. The fools ride to their destruction; they think the road is open as far as Rome.”

And he continued to don his armour.

”But the peasants also say that the hors.e.m.e.n are only the vanguard. A terrible army of barbarians follows,” warned Procopius.

”Vain rumours! These Goths are afraid; Witichis dare not meet me. I have protected the bridge over the Anio with a tower, fourteen miles this side Rome; Martinus has built it after my plan. That alone will hinder the barbarian foot-soldiers for more than a week, even should a few hacks manage to swim across the water.”

”You err, Belisarius. I know for a fact that the whole Gothic army approaches!” said Cethegus.

”Then go home, if you fear it.”

”I will take advantage of this permission. I have had fever these last few days. And my Isaurians suffer from it also. With your leave, I will go back to Rome.”

”I know this fever,” said Belisarius; ”that is, I know it in others. It pa.s.ses as soon as ditches and walls are between the patient and the enemy. Go, if you will; we need you as little as your Isaurians.”

Cethegus bowed, and left the tent.

”We shall meet again, O Belisarius!” he said. ”Give the signal for the march of my Isaurians,” he called loudly to Marcus; ”and to my Byzantines also,” he added in a low voice.

”But Belisarius has----”

”_I_ am their Belisarius. Syphax, my horse.”

As he mounted, a troop of Roman hors.e.m.e.n galloped up; torches were carried before the leader.

”Who goes there? Ah! you, Cethegus! What? you ride away? Your people march towards the river! You surely will not leave us now, in this time of imminent danger?”

Cethegus bent forward.

”Hoho! it is you, Calpurnius? I did not recognise you; you look so pale. What news from the front?”

”Fugitive peasants say,” answered Calpurnius anxiously, ”that there are certainly more than a party of skirmishers. The King of the barbarians, Witichis himself, is on the march through the Sabine mountains. They have already reached the left bank of the Tiber. Resistance, then, is madness--destruction. I follow you; I will join your march.”

”No,” said Cethegus harshly; ”you know that I am superst.i.tious. I do not like to ride with men who are doomed to the Furies. The punishment for your cowardly murder of that boy will surely overtake you. I have no desire to share it with you.”

”Yet voices in Rome whisper that Cethegus, too, does not shun an opportune murder,” answered Calpurnius angrily.