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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text><body><div xml:lang="lat" type="translation" n="urn:cts:latinLit:stoa0023.stoa001.perseus-eng2"><div type="textpart" subtype="book" n="18"><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="6"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="4"><p>When this plan had been commended and approved by unanimous consent, all turned their attention to such things as must be amassed with speed; and so the preparation of supplies, soldiers, weapons, and other equipment which the coming campaign required, went on all winter long.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="5"><p>We<note type="footnote" resp="editor">Ammianus accompanied Ursicinus to the emperor’s court.</note> meanwhile lingered for a time on this side the Taurus, and then in accordance with our orders were hastening to the regions of Italy and had come to the vicinity of the river Hebrus,<note type="footnote" resp="editor">A river of Thrace, the modern Maritza.</note> which flows down from the mountains of the Odrysae; there we received the emperor’s dispatch, which without offering any excuse ordered us to reb to Mesopotamia without any attendants and take charge of a perilous campaign, after all power had been transferred to another.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="6"><p>This was devised by the mischievous moulders of the empire with the idea that, if the Persians were baffled and returned to their own country, the glorious deed <pb n="v1.p.439"/> would be attributed to the ability of the new leader; but if Fortune proved unfavourable, Ursicinus would be accused as a traitor to his country.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="7"><p>Accordingly, after careful consideration, and long hesitation, we returned, to find Sabinianus a man full of haughtiness, but of insignificant stature and small and narrow mind, barely able to endure the slight noise of a banquet without shameful apprehension, to say nothing of the din of battle.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="8"><p>Nevertheless, since scouts, and deserters agreeing with them, most persistently declared that the enemy were pushing all their preparations with hot haste, while the manikin<note type="footnote" resp="editor">Sabinianus: see xviii. 5, 5; 7, 7; and for his small size, 6, 7, above. His inaction is vividly expressed by <foreign xml:lang="lat" rend="italic">oscitante.</foreign> </note> yawned, we hastily marched to Nisibis,<note type="footnote" resp="editor">A city of Mesopotamia, in Mygdonia, surrendered to the Persians in the time of Jovian; modern Nisibin.</note> to prepare what was useful, lest the Persians, masking their design of a siege, might surprise the city when off its guard.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="9"><p>And while within the walls the things that required haste were being pushed vigorously, smoke and gleaming fires constantly shone from the Tigris on past Castra Maurorum<note type="footnote" resp="editor">See also xxv. 7, 9. It lay north of Nisibis and was called by the Arabic geographers by a name meaning <foreign xml:lang="lat" rend="italic">pagus mororum,</foreign> or <q>the place of mulberries,</q> of which <foreign xml:lang="lat" rend="italic">Maurorum</foreign> seems to be a corruption. Sisara is a neighbouring fortress.</note> and Sisara and all the neighbouring country as far as the city, in greater number than usual and in a continuous line, clearly showing that the enemy’s bands of plunderers had burst forth and crossed the river.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="10"><p>Therefore, for fear that the roads might be blocked, we hastened on at full speed, and when we were within two miles, we saw a fine-looking boy, wearing a neck-chain, a child eight years old (as we guessed) and the son of a man of position (as he said), crying in the <pb n="v1.p.441"/> middle of the highway; his mother, while she was fleeing, wild with fear of the pursuing enemy, being hampered and agitated had left him alone. While I, at the command of my general, who was filled with pity, set the boy before me on my horse and took him back to the city, the pillagers, after building a rampart around the entire wall, were ranging more widely.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="11"><p>And because the calamities of a siege alarmed me, I set the boy down within a half-open postern gate and with winged speed hastened breathless to our troop; and I was all but taken prisoner.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="12"><p>For a tribune called Abdigildus was fleeing with his camp-servant, pursued by a troop of the enemy’s cavalry. And while the master made his escape, they caught the slave and asked him (just as I passed by at full gallop) who had been appointed governor. And when they heard that Ursicinus had entered the city a short time before and was now on his way to Mount Izala, they killed their informant and a great number, got together into one body, followed me with tireless speed.</p></div></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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