'Why, then,' answered the soldiers, 'do you not lead us to it before our blood is dried up in us?'
'Let us first fortify our camp,' replied the general, and reluctantly the men began to obey.
But the servants and slaves belonging to the Roman army determined to get water at once for themselves and for the horses. So, carrying pitchers in one hand, and swords and axes in the other, they went boldly down to the edge of the river.
On the bank sat a band of the enemy. It had been bathing, and was now carelessly eating and drinking.
But seeing the Roman servants, the barbarians sprang to their feet, and with loud shouts fell upon them.
Their cries and the clash of their weapons were heard in both camps, and, hastily arming, Romans and barbarians alike rushed to the river. Soon the Ambrones and the Romans were engaged in a fierce battle.
But the Ambrones were not a match for the strictly-trained soldiers of Marius. Numbers of them were cut to pieces, while others turned and fled to the wagons which surrounded their camp, hotly pursued by the enemy.
When the Ambrones reached the wagons, they met with neither welcome nor help.
The women, in anger that their men had turned their back upon the foe, had climbed into the wagons, carrying with them the first weapon which they had been able to find. And now, shouting the wild war-cry of their peoples, they attacked with sword or hatchet all who came within their reach, were they friends or foes.
The arms of the women were bare, and as they fought they received many wounds. Then they tried to pull from the Romans the shields with which they protected themselves.
Still the battle raged, and only when night fell did the Romans retire, leaving the field strewn with the dead bodies of the Ambrones.
