The patrician officers were exasperated with the indecision of their general. They did not cease to taunt him for not fighting, or to urge him still to follow Cæsar, until at length Pompey made up his mind that they should have their way and pit themselves against Cæsar’s well-disciplined officers and troops.
Both armies accordingly reached Thessaly, although by different routes, and soon they were encamped on the plain of Pharsalia, where, in August 48 B.C., a great and decisive battle was fought.
Pompey’s confidence was placed chiefly on his splendid cavalry, and he believed that his 7000 horsemen would speedily scatter the 1000 which was all that Cæsar had to oppose to his great force.
But if his body of cavalry was small, Cæsar had supported it well by his infantry and archers.
His horsemen were, it is true, driven back before the brilliant charge of the enemy, but the infantry and archers attacked Pompey’s cavalry so furiously, that soon it was forced from the field in utter confusion.
Cæsar’s infantry then advanced against the main body of Pompey’s army. The soldiers first hurled their javelins at the enemy and then closed in upon them, doing deadly havoc with their swords.
Before long Cæsar sent a reserve troop of soldiers to their aid, and soon the army of Pompey was put to flight. For the patrician officers had not proved skilful on the battlefield, nor had they now any control over their undisciplined followers.
When Pompey saw that his cavalry was scattered at the beginning of the day, he lost hope and hastened to his tent, where he sat, amid the confused noise of battle, bewildered and dismayed.
Only when the victorious army began to attack the camp did he seem to realise that he must bestir himself, unless he would be captured by the enemy.
‘What, into my camp too,’ he is said to have cried indignantly as he heard the clash of arms and shouts of victory drawing nearer and nearer. Then swiftly laying aside his military dress, the defeated general slipped into a simple garment, and hurrying from the tent, mounted a horse, and with a few followers fled toward the coast. It was useless for him to think of meeting Cæsar again, for his army was slain or scattered. So he resolved to seek shelter in Egypt.
It was a sad voyage on which Pompey embarked, for he had been overthrown, and that by his rival, who would reign supreme.
As the ship drew near to land, Pompey sent a messenger to Alexandria to beg for shelter.
The king, Ptolemy XII., was only a boy of thirteen, but the royal council, when it heard Pompey’s request, proved cruel. It neither welcomed him nor sent him elsewhere to seek for safety. At first some of the members spoke on his behalf, but in the end they all agreed that he must die.
But they did not tell him their decision, they merely sent a boat to bring him to shore. In the boat was Septimius, a military tribune of Rome, who had once served in Pompey’s army.
As Pompey prepared to step into the boat his wife clung to him, and filled with foreboding would hardly let him go. But he bade her and his followers farewell, and seated himself in the stern of the boat. As he did so he noticed Septimius and spoke kindly to him.
But Septimius had no answer to give to his former general. He had been unjustly degraded by him in former days as he believed, and he still owed him a grudge.
In response to Pompey’s words, he only nodded sullenly and with averted face.
Did a swift dread of what lay before him flash across Pompey’s mind as he heard the Roman’s gruff response to his greeting.
He had at least no time to brood over the future, for, now they had reached the shore, and as Pompey stepped out of the boat, Septimius, who was behind him, drew his sword.
As Pompey felt the touch of the steel he swiftly drew his toga across his face, and then, without a cry for help, he fell to the ground.
When Cæsar reached Egypt ten days later, he was shown the head of his rival and his signet ring. From the first sight he turned away in horror, while, when he saw the ring, he wept.
CHAPTER CXIII
CATO DIES RATHER THAN YIELD TO CÆSAR
Cæsar found that a civil war was raging in Egypt, between the followers of the boy king and his sister Cleopatra. So the Roman general sent for the brother and sister, and said that he would settle their dispute.
Cleopatra was beautiful and charming, and this may have helped Cæsar to decide that she should reign along with her brother, Ptolemy.
The brother and sister might have been content with this arrangement, but the king’s minister was dissatisfied, and he persuaded the army to side with him, and to besiege Cæsar in Alexandria.
But Cæsar had not enough troops to defend the city, so he sent to Asia for reinforcements. While he awaited them he withdrew from Alexandria to Pharos, which was quite close to the city, and connected with it by a drawbridge.
King Ptolemy, who was with Cæsar, begged one day to be allowed to go to Alexandria, where Cleopatra’s sister had now been established as queen.
Cæsar granted the boy’s request, and he went off gleefully as if for a holiday. But he did not go to the city. Instead he joined the army which was fighting against Cæsar, and tried his boyish best to prevent provisions reaching the Romans by sea.
But in March 47 B.C., the reinforcements for which Cæsar had sent arrived in Egypt.
Ptolemy did not hesitate to march with his troops against this new army before it had joined Cæsar, whereupon the Roman general hurried swiftly after him. He speedily took Ptolemy’s camp, and the young king was forced to flee. In his attempt to escape from the enemy he was drowned.
Soon after this Cleopatra’s sister abdicated, and Cleopatra became queen.
Cæsar’s troubles in Egypt were now over and he was able to return to Rome, where he had already been appointed Dictator for a year, and Consul for five years.
But although the Dictator’s presence was needed in Rome, he could only stay three months in the city, for he was still more needed in Africa. For the leaders of the Pompeian party had gathered together a new army and were ready to war against Cæsar.
After Julia’s death, Pompey had married again, and his father-in-law, Scipio, was at the head of the army. Pompey’s two sons too, Gnæus and Sextus, were eager to avenge their father’s death. Cato was in possession of Utica. It was a formidable army, and Cæsar had not as large a number of men as the Pompeians. Moreover, he was hampered by having his supplies intercepted by the fleet of his enemy.
Until reinforcements arrived, Cæsar therefore contented himself with taking towns that did not make any serious defence. But in January 46 B.C. his army was reinforced, and he was eager to draw Scipio into battle.
One day, early in February, Cæsar began to march toward the town of Thapsus, meaning to attack it. Scipio followed him, and soon found himself in such a position that he was forced to fight.
The battle was fierce, but Cæsar in the end defeated Scipio with great loss. Leaving an officer to carry out the assault he had planned upon Thapsus, Cæsar himself then marched towards Utica, which town was held by Cato.
Now Cato might be a philosopher, and indeed such he was, but he had not the qualities of a soldier.
No sooner did he hear that Cæsar was on his way to Utica, than he decided that any attempt to hold the town would be useless, and he made none.
But the philosopher was not afraid of death, and he determined to die rather than to yield to the conqueror. So he withdrew quietly to his own room and threw himself upon his sword. His friends, hearing him fall, rushed to his aid; as the wound was not fatal, it was dressed and bandaged.
No sooner was Cato again alone, than he dragged off the bandages and let himself bleed to death.