Volume Ii Part 16 (2/2)
”Thou shalt hear hundreds, if thou listen to them.”
”So many?”
”Aye! by the G.o.ds!-most of the-by your head! Patricius, that was a man, I think; armed too; who looked forth from behind yon b.u.t.tress of the bridge.”
”No! no! Volturcius, 'twas but the shadow of yon pine tree, waving athwart the moonlight. I marked it long since,” answered the wily Gaul. ”Proceed, I pray you-most of the what, wert thou about to say?”
But, by this time, the speakers had advanced to the centre of the long Mulvian bridge, a magnificent stone structure crossing the broad and sluggish Tiber, two miles below the city; and giving access to the far-famed Flaminian way.
Their train, following closely after them, had all entered into the defile, the last of them having already pa.s.sed the abutment nearest to Rome, when a loud shout arose from either side the bridge; and from the thickets and gardens at each extremity forth rushed a band of stout youths armed with casques and cuira.s.ses of bronze, with the oblong s.h.i.+elds and Spanish stabbing swords of the legionaries.
Each band was led by a Praetor, Lucius Valerius Flaccus commanding at the end next Rome, and Caius Pomptinus, on the Emilian way, and each fell into accurate and beautiful array, barring the outlets of the bridge with a triple file of bright blades and st.u.r.dy bucklers.
Nor was this all; for a little party was pushed forward on each flank, with bows and javelins, ready to enfilade the narrow pa.s.s with cross shot of their missiles, in case any attempt should be made to force a pa.s.sage.
And at the end, moreover, of the bridge toward Etruria and the camp of Catiline, at which such an attempt was most likely to occur, the glittering helmets and crimson horsehair crests of a troop of cavalry were seen glancing in the moonbeams, as they wheeled into line behind the footmen, ready to charge at once should the infantry be broken.
”Stand! stand!” cried the soldiery at each end. ”Stand and surrender!”
But the younger men of the Gauls, unsheathing their claymores, set up their terrible slogan, or Celtic battle cry; and, plunging their spurs into the sides of their fiery horses came thundering across the bridge with a charge that would probably have trodden the Praetor's infantry under foot, had not the old chief, whom the Romans called Patricius, and Ferragus reined their steeds suddenly across the way, calling upon their men to halt and be steady.
But Volturcius, knowing too well the consequence of being taken, dashed forward with his sword drawn; and made a desperate attempt to cut his way through the infantry, striking down two or three, slas.h.i.+ng and stabbing to the right and left, displaying singular skill in the use of his weapon, and extreme personal intrepidity.
”Treason! treason, my friends!” he shouted. ”Ho, Ferragus, Patricius, ho!
Charge, charge, men, gallantly. They are but a handful!” and still he plied his blade, which was now crimson to the hilt, with fearful energy.
”No! no! not so!” cried the amba.s.sadors-”lay down your arms! it is the praetor's train. Lay down your arms! all shall be well, if you resist not.”
And at the same time, ”Yield thee! yield thee! Volturcius,” cried Pomptinus. ”We are friends all; and would not hurt thee-but have thee we must, and thy letters.-Dost thou not know me, t.i.tus?”
”Very well, Caius,” cried the other, still fighting desperately against a host; for the men were commanded not to kill, but to take him alive at all hazards. ”I know thee very well; but I will not yield to thee! So take that, Praetor!” and, with the word, he dealt him a blow on his crest that brought him to his knee in a moment.
”He is a mad man!” cried a veteran legionary. ”We must kill him!”
”Not for your lives,” shouted Pomptinus, and springing to his feet he plunged his sword home into his horse's chest, up to the very hilt; and then leaping on one side nimbly, as the animal fell headlong, being slain outright, he seized Volturcius by the shoulder, and pulled him down from the saddle.
But even at this disadvantage, the conspirator renewed the single combat with the praetor; until at length, a.s.sured by his repeated promises that his life should be spared, he yielded his sword to that officer, and adjuring him in the name of all the G.o.ds! to protect him, gave himself up a prisoner, as if to avowed enemies.
Those of the Gauls, who had been ignorant, at first, what was in progress, perceiving now that the whole matter had been arranged with the concurrence of their chiefs, submitted quietly; and two or three of the praetor's people who had been wounded being accommodated with temporary litters made of bucklers and javelins with watch cloaks thrown over them, the whole party turned their horses' heads, and directed their march toward Rome.
And silence, amid which the gentle murmur of the river, and the sigh of the breeze were distinctly audible, succeeded to the clang of arms, and the shouts of the combatants, unheard for many a year, so near to the walls of the world's metropolis.
CHAPTER X.
THE ARREST.
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