TALES OF THE ROMANS
a few wealthy families. Some of Brutus's friends even went over to the enemy before his very eyes.
Soon the event was decided. A roar of voices, the thunder of cavalry, a hand-to-hand combat of footmen—and it was plain to see that the day was going against Brutus.
And now hear the brave tale of Lucilius. He was a sincere friend of Brutus, and when he saw that defeat was certain, and when he saw Brutus leaving the field, followed by a band of horsemen, he resolved to lay down his life for his friend. So he rode forward, and was at once seized. Being dressed in the style of an officer of rank, he was questioned.
“Who are you?”
“I am Brutus, the general.”
“You must come with us to Octavius Cæsar.”
“I pray you take me to Antony, for he will treat me more generously than Octavius.”
They therefore led him to Antony. The deceit was soon discovered. They had brought the wrong man, and meanwhile Brutus had got safely away! However, no harm came to Lucilius. His life was spared, and he was treated with honor by the conqueror.
And what was Brutus doing?
With a small party of his officers he had ridden on till dusk fell, and the stars appeared. He halted in a glen where tall cliffs hung over a
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