TALES OF THE ROMANS
the arena, or open space, amid the shouts of the citizens; and eighteen elephants waged battle with armed men. The people cheered Pompey when he passed through the streets. One year he acted as consul. The rich people—the patricians—were on his side. He lifted his head in pride, and dreamed that he would be the highest man in Rome. Some of his friends said to him:
“Beware of Cæsar! He will return from Gaul, and try to make himself master of Rome.”
Pompey smiled.
“If,” he replied, “I only stamp my foot in Italy an army will appear.”
Cæsar felt that Rome needed one strong will to put the State in order, and to give just rule to the far-off provinces—Spain, Africa, Asia, Greece, and the rest. He was ready to take up the task. By rapid marches he brought his army to Rome. Thousands of Pompey's soldiers left him, and went over to Cæsar's side.
The senators ran to Pompey. One of them cried out:
“O Pompey, you have deceived us!”
Another bade him stamp on the ground to make an army appear, as he had once boasted he was able to do.
Before long Pompey had fled from Italy, his troops crossing the sea in five hundred ships to the hill-country north of Greece. He had seven
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