TALES OF THE ROMANS
the poor and humble. If he became master of Rome, the needy folk would enjoy good times. Marius soon had a great army. He marched toward Rome, posted his men on a hill overlooking the city, and prepared for the assault.
The senate (that is, the Council of Elders) sent a message to say the city should be surrendered.
And then followed a dreadful scene. A body of bloodthirsty men, specially chosen by Marius, went to and fro in the streets, killing all whom Marius marked out for death. If any man passed by and bowed to Marius, and the old general did not salute in return, it was taken as a signal of doom. The man was at once put to death.
Marius, however, could not forget his own deeds of horror. At night he lay tossing on his bed, thinking of the men he had slain, and thinking how Sulla would come back from Asia; and what then? And a voice seemed always to ring in his ears, saying over and over again the words: “Dread are the slumbers of the distant lion—Dread are the slumbers of the distant lion—Dread are the—”
And thus, feverish in his body and troubled in his mind, he lay sick, and died, aged seventy.
You see what disorder Rome was falling into when one party of the nation fought against the other.
It was a good thing for Rome that a strong will
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