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Sunday, January 29, 2012

ET TU Part Two Gambling With History

I have no doubt there were spies in Ravenna on January 11th. There are always spies in border towns, and traveling north out of Roman territory, the first town you reached in Cisalpine Gaul was the little fishing village of Ravenna. A man could be a governor here, even a dictator. But just fifteen miles to the south in Ariminum, he would command no soldiers, no bureaucrats, he would be not the governor but governed by the politicians 200 miles to the southwest, the self described center of the civilized world; Rome. And the man the spies from Rome were watching this winter day in 49 B.C. E., was the governor of both CisAlpine and TransAlpine Gaul - Julius Ceasar.
Ceasar's stated reason for being in Ravenna was to check up on his investment in a gladiator's school. That was logical - given that the tens of thousands of slaves Ceasar had captured in his conquest of TransAlpine Gaul (i.e. France) and during his recent invasion of Britian, had be converted into cash. Laborers and house servents could quickly be sold, but Gadiators always sold at a premium, so, of course, Ceasar was here to inspect the progress of construction of his school, and to witness a display of his gadiators in training. Then, after a light lunch, Ceasar went to the baths, another public appearance for a Roman politician. And in the evening he sat down for a banquet, the kind of thing public officals are still expected to do almost daily. And as the sun set, according to Plutarch, “...he left the company, having desired them to make merry till his return, which they would not have long to wait for." It was enough to lull most spies to sleep. But the Romans were about to learn what the Gauls had learned before them - if you want to know what Ceasar is about to do, you did not watch Ceasar. You watch his troops.
Three years earlier, in December of 53 B.C., a member of the ruling First Triumvirate, the primary ally of Ceasar, Crassus, a had been killed in Parthia. At about the same time another Ceasar supporter, Tribune Publious Clodius Pulcher, had been killed in a staged brawl – something which had become common in the dieing Roman Republic. The Tribune's angry supporters had built Plucher's funeral pyre in the Senate House, which resulted in the Senate House burning down. The Senate aristrocrats used this act of vandalism as justification to elect the second member of the Triumvirate, Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus, as Sole Counsul, with powers to put down what was described as an insurection. When some nervous Senators hinted that there were few soldiers in Rome to protect them, Pompey reasssured them, “I have only to stomp my foot to raise an army” And while he began to arrest Ceasar's supporters, on January 7th 49 B.C, the Senate voted to order Ceasar to disband his own legions and return to Rome for trial. That law was vetoed by the two Tribunes who were were stll loyal to Ceasar, Mark Antony and Quintus Cassius Longinus. They were promptly driven out of the Rome at sword point.
Ceasar (above), the third member of the Triumvirate, was still in Gaul. And he offered a compromise. He was willing to give up his command and return to Rome, if Pompey gave up his post as Sole Counsul. And, Ceasar also requested the Senate allow him to stand for election as Counsul while he was still in Gaul, with, presumably, Pompey standing for re-election as co-Counsul at the same time. It seemed a fair compromise. If elected both men would have immunity from prosecution in the courts, and would jointly rule the city of Rome for a year. Pompey could have accepted the deal simply by resigning. But he did not trust Ceasar enough to take the offer. And the aristrocrats in the Senate rejected their half of the comprimise out of hand. Ceasar's ten year term as Governor of both Gauls was about to run out, and as soon as he was no longer legally protected by his legions, the Senate could deal with him. So the Senate could afford to wait and watch
Ceasar could not, and did not. His 6,000 veterans of the 12th legion were in winter barracks near present day Trieste, Serbia, at the head of the Adriatic. Early in January, before the Senate had even rejected his compromise, Ceasar had odered these men to sail for Ravenna. The advance elements had arrived at the little fishing village a week later. And on the afternoon of the 11th,  5,000 infantry and 300 cavalry marched out of the “Rimi” gate, headed south.
After dusk, having slipped out on his dinner party, Ceasar made his way on foot to a mill on the outskirts of the Ravinna. Here his aides had a hired carraige waiting. Pulled by four mules he followed a back road across the surrounding marshes. In the dark he got lost, and his carraige got stuck in the mud. Dawn found the great Ceasar on foot, asking for help from a lowly farmer. By mid morning he had joined his men, on the banks of the River Rubicon (or the red river).
This was the traditional border of Rome. Beyond, in the village of Rimi, was the end of the 200 year old great “Northern Road”, the Via Flaminia (above), which wound its way across the Apennines, the central mountain spine of Italy, through narrow gouges and bridging rushing torrents, to the Field of Mars, through the Flaminia gate in the city's walls, right to the base of Capitoline Hill, the central citadel of Rome itself. Crossing this border at the head of an army had been forbidden for a Roman general for two hundred years. Crossing this border would brand Ceasar and his soldiers as outlaws, subject to execution by any citizen at any time. So this called for a bit of theatre.
The veterans of the 12th, had followed Ceasar from conquest to triumph across Gaul, had even crossed the Rhine and invaded Germania. But this was something different, this was an assault on the Senatus, Populusque, Romanus - the Senate and the People of Rome, symbolized by the S-P-Q-R atop every banner the soliers followed, on the very coins they were paid with. Nervously the ledgionaires awaited the stirring speech they expected Ceasar to give before asking them to commit an act of treason.
Instead, a man suddenly grabbed a trumpet from one of the musicians, raced across the shallow stream blowing “the advance”. Ceasar turned to his officers, and said, “We can still retreat. But once we pass this little bridge, there is nothing left but to fight..” Then he turned toward the bridge, and called out, “Let us go where the omens of the Gods and the crimes of our enemies summon us” As he crossed the bridge himself, he is supposed to have said, almost to himself, “ Alea iacta est”, the Latin phrase usually translated as “The die is now cast!”
Across the river Mark Anthony and Cassius Longinus waited, physical evidence of the arrogance of the Senate. Here Ceasar drew the troops into a square, tore his robes in a show of humility, and led the soldiers in a personal pledge of fidelity to himself, to Ceasar. The Roman Republic was now dead. All that had yet to be done was to bury it. According to Suetonius, his legion now “marched so fast the rest of the way that he reached Ariminum before morning and took it.”
Rome was electrified by the news. Ceasar began his march down the Via Flaminia, and it quickly became clear that the Senate's previous arrogance had turned it a triumphal parade. So great was the frustration with the Senate that city after city threw their gates open to Ceasar. Forces sent to stop him, went over to him. '
Senator Favonius suggested it was high time that Pompey (above) stomped his foot. Pompey's own legions were in Spain. The city had raised two legions and was assembiling a third, but they were new recruits, and Pompey was not interested in matching them against Ceasar's veterans from Gaul.  Pompey did not increase his popularity when he informed the aristrocratic members of the Senate that they should get out of town. Many denouced Pompey as a coward. But they still followed Pompey and their fellow aristrocrats when they grabbed their wealth, and ran for Brundisium, the traditional port at the heel of the Italian boot. In their haste they left behind the treasurey of Rome, the horde of gold and silver looted from Carthage, stolen from Egypt, taxed from Spain and Maccidonia. It was the first place Ceasar went, when he got to town.
They couldn't find the keys to the vaults. Ceasar sent for locksmiths. A Tribune reminded Ceasar he was violating the law. Ceasar suggested, “If what I do displeases you, leave.” The doors were forced open, and Ceasar had enough money to pay his soldiers, and build his empire. But murder stepped through that door, right next to him.
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