This time the messenger was not sent back, but was kept prisoner by Opimius, who without further delay went forward toward the Aventine hill.
Fulvius had not courage to face the troops of the Consul, and he fled and hid himself in a bath, from which he was soon dragged ignominiously, and put to death.
Gracchus did not attempt to lead his followers against the soldiers. He may have felt it was hopeless to do so.
His friends urged him to escape, but he, it is said, first fell upon his knees, and in the bitterness of his heart besought the goddess Diana to punish the fickle, ungrateful people of Rome by sending them into unending slavery.
Then he fled down the hill toward the river Tiber, followed by two of his most faithful friends and a slave.
One of his friends fell and sprained his foot. He quickly rose and faced the pursuers, resolved to hinder them as long as might be. But he was soon put to death.
At the bridge that crossed the Tiber the other friend stopped. Here it would be possible, he thought, to hold the enemy at bay for a time. Perhaps as he stood at his post he thought of the old Roman hero, Horatius Cocles, who had so nobly held the bridge against the foes of Rome. But ere long he too was slain.
Then Gaius, knowing that all hope was at an end, called for a horse. But his enemies were watching, and no one dared to answer his request.
Yet taken alive he would never be! So with desperate speed he ran on until he reached a little grove, which was consecrated to the Furies, and here for a few brief moments he was hidden from his pursuers. Then in a stern voice he bade his slave, who was now alone with him, to kill him before he was discovered by his enemies.
His slave obeyed, and, faithful to the end, slew himself as well as his master.
Here in the grove his enemies found the body of Gaius Gracchus, covered by that of his devoted slave.
