The flames, blown by the wind, quickly spread from stake to stake until they reached the camp itself.
There was no water at hand to quench the fire, and the Volscians were soon driven from their tents, to find themselves in the hands of the Romans, who cut them down without mercy.
Camillus then ordered the flames to be put out, that the soldiers might pillage what was still unconsumed by the fire.
Leaving his son to guard the prisoners, the Dictator was soon marching to Sutrium, which town was besieged by the Etruscans.
But before Camillus reached the city, he met a pitiful band of men, women and children, who had already been banished from the town by the victorious enemy.
Their homes were plundered, their treasures were in the enemy's hands. With nothing left, save only the clothes they wore, they were wandering through the country in search of shelter.
Camillus was grieved for the misery of these poor folk. When he saw that his soldiers also pitied them, he determined still to go to the city, that he might wrest it once again from the Etruscans, and restore the Sutrians to their homes.
He foresaw that the victorious soldiers would be feasting, that the gates would be unguarded.
And so it was. Camillus had no difficulty in seizing the gates and manning the walls of Sutrium. Then he ordered his soldiers to fall upon the merrymakers, who were celebrating their victory with song and feast. Many of the Etruscans surrendered, while others waited like cowards to be slain. Sutrium was thus taken twice in one day.
