POMPEY GOES TO WAR WITH MITHRIDATES
When the Romans heard that the pirates had been scattered and forced to
submit to Pompey their joy knew no bounds.
No longer need they live in dread of the sudden appearance of the ships
with scarlet sails and silver oars along the Italian coasts, no longer
need they fear the sudden capture of their corn. And this was due to
Pompey! In Rome at this time no one was so popular as he.
His success determined the Senate to send him to take command of the
war that was going on in the East, against Mithridates.
Lucullus had been in the East at the head of the army for some time.
But the Senate refused to send him money to pay or to clothe his men,
and they had grown rebellious, and had begun to grumble at his strict
discipline. They wished Pompey the Great to come to take command of
them, and then they would do great deeds. So in 66 B.C. Pompey was
appointed commander of both army and navy in the East, to the delight
of soldiers and sailors alike.
Pompey himself seemed none too pleased at the honour conferred on him.
‘Alas, what a series of labours upon labours,’ he cried, frowning as
he spoke. ‘If I am never to end my services as a soldier ... and live
at home in the country with my wife, I had better have been an unknown
man.’
These were unsoldierly words, but his friends paid little attention
to them, believing that he did not mean them seriously. And his deeds
were proof that he longed to win glory for himself and his country,
although he never risked any great adventure on the battlefield.
Mithridates had little hope of withstanding Pompey, when he had barely
been able to hold his own against Lucullus. However, he encamped in a
strong position on a hill, and hoped that this would make an attack
difficult, perhaps even impossible.
Pompey, leaving his fleet to guard the seas, marched into Pontus, but
not before the king had been driven from the hill on which he had
entrenched himself, by lack of water for his army.
The Roman general had more discerning eyes than the old king. For he,
noticing that the plants were green and healthy, encamped on this same
hill, and when his soldiers complained of thirst he bade them dig
wells. As he expected, there was soon abundance of water in the camp.
But Pompey did not linger long on the hill, for he was eager to follow
Mithridates, and soon after this the king found his camp besieged so
closely by the Romans that it was impossible to get supplies for his
army. It was plain that he and his soldiers must either starve or
escape.
So one night Mithridates ordered the sick and wounded to be killed,
for they would have hampered the army in its flight. The king did not
hesitate to give such a cruel order, for he and his followers had not
been taught to pity the weak and helpless.
The watch-fires were lighted at the usual time, that the suspicions of
the Romans might not be roused. Then when the camp seemed quiet for
the night, Mithridates and the main body of the army slipped out into
the dark, and somehow succeeded in passing unnoticed through the Roman
lines.
In dread of pursuit, they hid themselves by day in forests, at night
they marched as quickly as possible toward the river Euphrates.
When Pompey found that Mithridates had escaped, he blamed his own
carelessness and followed swiftly in pursuit. As he marched by day as
well as by night, he was soon in advance of the king. So it happened
that when Mithridates encamped by the banks of the river Euphrates, the
Romans were already there, and determined that the enemy should not
again escape.
But the very first evening as it grew dark Pompey became restless. He
had set a strict watch, it was true, yet Mithridates had already shown
himself skilful in evading sentinels. It would be safer to attack the
camp without delay. Pompey summoned his officers, and arranged that the
assault should take place at midnight.
Meanwhile, Mithridates lay asleep in his tent, worn out with fatigue
and anxiety. As he slept, his troubles slipped from his mind, and the
old king dreamed pleasant dreams. He thought that he had reached the
sea, and was in a ship. The winds blew soft and fair, wafting the
vessel quietly along toward a harbour where no foes could touch him.
In his dream the king began to tell his friends how pleased he was to
have reached so safe a haven, when suddenly the wind rose, lashing the
sea into fury. The king grasped a spar, but his strength failed, and he
was beginning to sink, when he awoke, and lo! it was a dream.
At that moment his officers rushed into his tent, to tell him that the
Romans were preparing to attack them.
Swiftly the king shook off the effects of his dream, and ordered his
troops to defend their camp to the last.
Now, as the Romans approached the enemy, the moon rose behind them and
cast their shadows on the ground.
The soldiers of Mithridates saw the black flitting forms and grew
bewildered. In the indistinct light they thought the shadows were the
real soldiers, and they flung their darts at these imaginary foes.
Then with a great shout the Romans rushed in upon the puzzled enemy,
fear was at once added to their confusion, and in sheer panic they
turned and fled. But more than ten thousand were killed, and their camp
was taken.
Mithridates himself once more escaped. At the head of about eight
hundred horse he made a desperate charge through the enemy’s lines, and
then in the darkness of the night he was seen no more.
Pompey did not follow the king further. But he stayed in the East to
fight, and by his skill he won many new territories for Rome.
He even marched to Palestine, where the city of Jerusalem soon
surrendered to the powerful enemy that had surrounded her walls. But
the Jews refused to give up their temple, and for two or three months
they defended their holy place bravely against every attack.
In December 63 B.C., however, it was taken, and Pompey, who had entered
many temples and seen many pagan gods, now entered the temple of the
Jews.
Nor would he be content until he had penetrated into the Holy of
Holies, where the High Priest alone might enter once every year. Here
he saw the golden table and the golden candlesticks, of which you
have read in Old Testament stories. But the Roman, although he felt
a Presence there, looked in vain for the God of the Jews, for His
dwelling is in a house ‘not made with hands.’
While Pompey was still in Palestine, he heard that the king whose
rebellion had brought him to the East was dead.
Forsaken by his allies, deserted by the one son who was still alive,
Mithridates had cared to live no longer, and had taken poison, which he
had carried with him in the hilt of his sword.
After his death there was no one to lead an army against the Romans. So
the rebellion in Asia came to an end, and Pompey the Great was free to
return to Italy.
Once again the Roman citizens wondered what would happen when he came.
Would his many victories have changed the conqueror into a tyrant? But
once again the people found that their fears were groundless. For as
soon as he landed in Italy Pompey disbanded his army and set out for
Rome, attended only by a few friends.
When the Italian cities saw Pompey the Great journeying in this simple
guise they determined to send him to Rome in more suitable fashion.
So, in happy, careless mood, the citizens crowded around him, and
themselves became his escort. In such multitudes did they follow him
that they were more in number than the troops which he had disbanded.
Never was such a triumph as Pompey held! Although, indeed, he had to
wait more than nine months before he was allowed to hold it.
His long list of victories was written on tablets that all might read.
Kings, princes, chiefs were led in chains in his procession, while the
temples of Rome were enriched by the treasures that he had brought from
the East.
Plutarch, who writes the life of Pompey, says, that he seemed to have
led the whole world captive, for his first triumph was over ‘Africa,
his second over Europe, and his third over Asia.’