In the meantime Belisarius prepared to leave the city of Rome with his
main army, and during his absence he entrusted his command to Johannes.
He had resolved to attack the Goths in Ravenna.
His unchecked and victorious march, and the successes of his advanced
troops of skirmishers--who, through the revolt of the Italians, had won
all the fortresses, castles, and towns till within a short distance of
Ravenna--had awakened in Belisarius the conviction that the campaign
would soon be ended, and that the only thing left to do was to crush
the helpless barbarians in their last strongholds.
For after Belisarius himself had won the whole southern part of the
peninsula--Bruttia, Lucania, Calabria, Apulia, and Campania--and had
afterwards occupied Rome and marched through Samnium and the Valeria,
his lieutenant-generals, Bessas and Constantinus, with his own
body-guard, commanded by the Armenian Zanter, the Persian Chanaranges,
and the Massagetian AEschman, had been sent forward to conquer Tuscany.
Bessas advanced upon the strong fortress of Narnia. For the means of
assault available at that time, this castled town was almost
impregnable. It was situated upon a high mountain, at the foot of which
runs the deep river Nar. The only two approaches to this fortress from
the east and west are a narrow pass and the old lofty and fortified
bridge erected by the Emperor Augustus.
But the Roman population overpowered the half-Gothic garrison which lay
there, and opened the gates to the Thracians of Bessas.
In the same manner, Spoletium and Perusia succumbed to Constantinus
without striking a blow.
Meanwhile another general, the Comes Sacri Stabuli Constantinus, had,
on the east coast of the Ionian Gulf, avenged the death of two
Byzantine leaders--the magister militum for Illyrium, Mundus, and his
son Mauricius, who had fallen at the beginning of the war at Solona, in
Dalmatia--had occupied Solona, and forced the scanty Gothic troops to
retreat to Ravenna.
So all Dalmatia and Liburnia had fallen into the hands of the
Byzantines.
From Tuscany, as we have seen, the Huns of Justinian were already
devastating Picenum and the country as far as the AEmilia.
Therefore Belisarius held the peace proposals of the Gothic King to be
a sign of weakness. It never occurred to him that the barbarians would
advance to the attack. At the same time, he was eager to leave Rome;
for he felt a strong repugnance to being called the guest of the
Prefect. In the open field his superiority would soon be fully
displayed.
The Prefect left the Capitol to the charge of his faithful tribune,
Lucius Licinius, and followed the march of Belisarius.
In vain he warned the latter against too great confidence.
"Remain behind the rock of the Capitol if you fear the barbarians,"
Belisarius had answered sarcastically.
"No," retorted Cethegus; "a defeat of Belisarius is too rare a
spectacle. I must not miss it."
In truth, Cethegus would have been glad to witness the humiliation of
the great general, whose fame inspired the Italians with too great
admiration.
Belisarius had led his troops out of the northern gate of the city, and
had pitched a camp at a few miles distant, in order to hold a review
and make a new division of the army, which was the more necessary as
the influx of Italians who hastened to join his flag was very great.
He had also recalled Bessas, Constantinus, and Ambazuch, with the
greater part of their troops. They had only left a small portion behind
them to garrison the towns which they had conquered.
Vague rumours of the approach of a Gothic army had spread in the camp.
But Belisarius would not believe them.
"They dare not come," he replied to Procopius's warnings; "they lie in
Ravenna and tremble before Belisarius."
Late at night Cethegus lay sleepless upon his coach in his tent. He had
left the lamp burning.
"I cannot sleep," he said to himself. "There is a sound of clashing
arms in the air, and an odour of blood. The Goths are coming; they are
most surely marching down through the Sabine mountains, on the Via
Casperia and Salara."
On a sudden the curtain of his tent was pushed back, and Syphax rushed
up to his couch breathless.
"I know," cried Cethegus, springing up, "what you come to announce--the
Goths are coming!"
"Yes, master; to-morrow they will be here. They advance upon the
Salarian Gate. I had the Queen's best horse; but this Totila, who leads
the vanguard, rushes like the wind over the desert, and here in the
camp no one has any suspicion."
"The great general," laughed Cethegus, "has placed no outposts on the
watch."
"He relied upon the solid tower on the bridge over the Anius,[1]
but----"
"Well, the tower is safe?"
"Yes; but the garrison--Roman citizens from Neapolis--at once went over
to the Goths when young Totila appeared. The body-guards of Belisarius,
who tried to stop them, were taken prisoners and delivered up to
Totila; the tower and the bridge are in the hands of the Goths."
"Things are going on well! Have you any idea of the strength of the
enemy?"
"Not merely an idea; I know it as exactly as Witichis himself. Here is
the list of their troops; Mataswintha, their Queen, sends it to you."
Cethegus looked at him inquiringly.
"Do miracles take place to further the ruin of the Goths?"
"Yes, master, miracles! This lovely woman desires the ruin of her
people, to revenge herself on one man. And this man is her husband!"
"You are mistaken," cried Cethegus. "She loved him from childhood, and
even bought his bust."
"Yes, and she loves him still. But he loves not her; and the bust of
Mars was shattered on the night of her marriage."
"She cannot have told you all this herself?"
"No; but Aspa, my countrywoman and her slave, told me all. She loves
me; and she loves her mistress almost as much as I my master.
Mataswintha wishes you to aid in the destruction of the kingdom of the
Goths. She will write, through Aspa, in the secret cypher of my race.
And if I were Cethegus, I would take this sun-like Queen to my wife."
"I too, if I were Syphax. But your message deserves a crown! A
revengeful and cunning woman is worth more than legions! Now I
defy you, Belisarius, Witichis, and Justinian! Ask a favour,
Syphax--anything except your freedom, for I need you yet."
"My freedom is--to serve you. _One_ favour--let me fight at your side
to-morrow?"
"No, my beautiful panther; I do not need your claws--only your stealthy
step. You will keep silence about the vicinity and strength of the
Goths. Help me on with my armour, and give me the plan of the Salarian
road out of that casket. Now call Marcus Licinius, and the leader of my
Isaurians, Sandil."
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 horsemen to pursue us! Finally,
still farther back, a dense wood and a narrow pass 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 horsemen 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 horsemen 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
passes 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 horsemen 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 superstitious. 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.
"Calpurnius is not Cethegus," retorted the Prefect, as he proudly
pranced away. "Meanwhile, greet Hades for me," he added.