Day 17
Indutiomarus, king of the rebellious Treveri, has incited the Eburones to revolt! Ambiorix is king of the latter, in whose territory we are encamped!
I was on sentry duty, when suddenly a scattered band of men came running out of the woodland towards the camp as if the Furies themselves were on their heels. Even as I watched, a terrifying sight met my eyes; Gallic Warriors burst out of the trees behind the fleeing men, in hot pursuit. They chased the scattered band almost to the walls of the camp, but a volley of missiles from the ramparts drove them back, and they retreated back to the tree-line. The whole thing happened extremely quickly and quietly; eerily, almost.
In the general excitement, I’m afraid to say I left my post. I ran down to the gates to find out more. It turned out that the scattered band was the remnant of a group of foragers sent out to collect wood, but they had been ambushed by a much larger force of the Eburones. Barely any had escaped.
This was the first news we had of the uprising. The very men who had supplied us with grain and kept us alive were now our enemies!
A panicky shout from the rampart reminded me what I was supposed to be doing. I hastened back to my post.
Out of the trees was emerging a huge force of Gauls.
The alarm was raised; the whole camp rushed to arms. To be perfectly honest, the Gauls terrified me. Many of them were naked or stripped to the waist; very few wore armour. They looked frighteningly strong. Their swords were sometimes as much as twice as long as ours, and I saw some of them were about five feet long. They all had either red, black or blonde hair; easily the majority were the blondes, and their hair was unnaturally spiky, slicked back from their foreheads to expose their fierce expressions. They made a noise like a crowd in the amphitheatre, only a thousand times more aggressive and a thousand times more intimidating. Beating their weapons against their shields, howling war-cries, chanting magical incantations, supplications and prayers to the gods, they made a din to split the skull. To my shame, I was petrified. Then the men in the front row started to run towards us. Pretty soon, the entire army was in full charge. The charge that it was said was the most deadly part of a battle with the Gauls.
I would like to say that I fought bravely and slew many foes by my own hand, but the turth is, after they swarmed up the ramparts like tigers (as the expression goes), I only felled one before I took a blow to the head and had to be dragged off. It was the first time I ever killed a man.
I remember it with strange clarity; every detail is unnaturally set in stone in my head, especially considering I was knocked unconscious shortly afterwards. The Gaul was very tall; about the height of the crest on my helmet. He was still roaring a furious war-cry. His hair was slicked back and white-blonde, like the rest, and he had a large moustache. He looked about five to ten years older than me – in his mid-twenties, I would guess. He swung his massive sword twice round his head before bringing it down towards my skull. I lifted my shield to protect myself – the blow jarred my left arm – and then stabbed him in the diaphragm – just beneath his ribcage, above his stomach. He made no sound – just a sort of grunt. His word fell from his hands, and he looked up at me, in surprise. He seemed to make a half-smile, painfully. I grimaced back. Then the Gaul keeled backwards over the parapet.
They say the first time is the hardest. Killing, I mean. But for me it was just a reflex. I do not feel remorse, or guilt, or even pride. Just the knowledge that we were on equal terms, just two men, only on opposite sides of the battlements. He would have done the same for me.
I was knocked out a moment later, as I have written, but I got a detailed account of the battle from another. The Gauls could not drive us from the walls, and were beginning to waver after taking heavy losses. That was when a detachment of our Spanish cavalry, which had been sent out by a side-gate, charged them in the flank. They withdrew quickly, before a full-scale rout could occur. We had won!
The day’s activities were not over yet. Once the cavalry had returned to our camp, the Gauls began calling for one of our men to go and parley with them. Gaius Arpineius and Quintus Julius, a Roman knight and a Spaniard who knew Ambiorix well, were sent to discuss terms. I do not know exactly what was said; I wasn’t there. But supposedly Ambiorix made a series of excuses, exempting himself from all blame. He said he had been forced by his people to attack us, who feared that otherwise there would be terrible vengeance from the other Gauls; for it was alleged that all the other Gallic tribes were attacking the other Roman camps at that very moment, as had been secretly agreed. Now however, Ambiorix, having discharged his patriotic duty and fulfilled his oath – namely, to attack us – notwithstanding the result – was going to help us. He said a band of Germans, hearing of the uprising in Gaul, was crossing the Rhine to wreak vengeance on the Romans, and Ambiorix was offering to lead us to another nearby camp. Before nightfall, word had got round to all the men. Some believed Ambiorix, time-honoured king of the Eburones and trusted by Caesar, was to be trusted. Others, myself included, disregarded it all as so much cattle dung. The main reason for believing he was telling the truth was the fact that he knew that his tribe was far too weak to take on the Romans alone; it was logical he had others working with him.
At this point, our commanders – Lucius Aurunculeius Cotta and Quintus Titurius Sabinus – reached a disagreement. Cotta did not trust Ambiorix, like the majority of the men; he wanted to stand fast and wait out the revolt. Sabinus on the other hand was convinced that Ambiorix was trustworthy; all Ambiorix’s arguments seemed feasible to him, even likely, and he wanted to leave the camp and march to join another force somewhere else. If the Gauls were in revolt and the Germans on their way, they would be in a stronger position: united we stand but divided we fall. (He overlooked the fact that if Ambiorix was not telling the truth, neither of these things needed to be happening.) If not, and all was in fact safe, there would be no harm done.
They are still arguing what’s the best thing to do now. The sun set a long time ago. Mars Belenos, it’s cold. I’m with Flaminia right now; staring at the campfire, waiting for dawn. Waiting for the decision.
Day 18
I barely slept all night. Eventually, the argument rose to such a pitch that the centurions had to intervene to prevent it coming to blows. They restrained the generals, and told them it did not greatly matter, whichever course of action we chose to condone; we simply had to come to an agreement and remain united. I’m not so sure I agree.
The argument dragged on for hours. In the end Cotta gave in. It was announced that we march at dawn. The men are all trying to convince each other that there is no danger in what we are about to do; Ambiorix is perfectly trustworthy.
The reason I’m writing this is because I wanted to explain what had happened, in case this is the last entry here. If so, you will know that I was right. I’m going to find Flaminia. If I die, I want to die with her face in my mind. I tried to send her away in the dark of night, but where would she – could she – go but back to the old life she swore she would never go back to again?
Day 20
It was a disaster. We were surrounded and ambushed by the Gauls. Sabinus was treacherously killed along with most of the senior centurions during talks – idiot; to trust Ambiorix with his life even after he had been proved false. The Gauls charged and we broke. I remember, as all around Romans fled and Gauls chased after them, searching desperately for Flaminia; miraculously, in the chaos, we found each other. Hand in hand, we fled all the way back to the camp. Of eight thousand who set out that morning, by evening there were not a thousand of us left. We managed to hold out in the camp until nightfall. We were all completely exhausted; barely one of us got to bed without a wound of some sort. I sustained a long gash in my shoulder from a Gallic sword to make a hero proud, but I do not feel pride; only pain.
Cotta and the aquilifer both fell fighting. So did my centurion, Quintus Lucanius. Somehow, we managed to hold out till dark. Overnight, it was decided that we should all commit suicides so as not to fall into Gallic hands and become sacrifices to their bloodthirsty gods.
Was it cowardice, to cling to life as I did? To listen to Flaminia’s pleas? To remember the old farm on the banks of the Po, as all around me, men stabbed themselves or slit their wrists or fell on their swords and lay in their blood, moaning? To remember, in the midst of all that agony and horror, that life can be beautiful?
Of nearly nine hundred soldiers who survived as long as evening, not twenty by my estimate survived the night. Most fled to the nearby camp of Titus Labienus; but not me. I have seen enough; enough of war and what it drives men to do after a single battle to last me as long as I live. Those visions from that night at Atuatuca will haunt my dreams until my death, I know it. I am never going back to the army. Never. I escaped – deserted, I suppose – into the Gallic wild with Flaminia. I don’t know where I’ll go next. Back to Italy? Or Spain? Or far away, across the border, where Roman hands cannot reach? To Germania, or Britannia?
Flaminia was reading my writing; I doubt I will be able to make any more entries after this. Now she is asleep on my good shoulder. I’m sitting in front of our campfire, under the stars. It’s cold, but I must learn to live with that. Between us, we have nothing but the clothes on our backs and the skill in our hands. But before she fell asleep she told me this:
“It doesn’t matter what happens to us now, Sparrow. All we’ve got left in the World is each other; but that’s all that really counts. Together… somehow… we will find a way.”
And I hope – I pray – that she was right.
Here ends the document.
[This message has been edited by Edorix (edited 09-03-2009 @ 12:56 PM).]