One Among Many – 1





Caesar had just come to Rome after chasing Pompey The Great from Rome, to Greece, to Africa and then through Spain. Mark Anthony stood by the gates to greet Caesar upon his arrival. Caesar had put Anthony in charge while he was chasing Pompey and his sons. He was not too impressed with that Anthony had accomplished. The city was airy and its citizens were uneasy. There were demonstrations everywhere because Anthony had failed to organize the arrival of the massive amounts of grain coming from Egypt. Caesar therefore did not greet Anthony with open arms. The news of Caesar being at Rome’s gates shocked the people of Rome. This was the first time Caesar had seen the great city of Rome since he declared war against it. The remaining senate, that did not follow Pompey to Greece was not any happier than the people to hear the news. This means Pompey is dead and there is no one to oppose Caesar. At this point, Caesar did not have a single ally in the senate except Mark Anthony. Not pleased with what he had, Caesar wanted more. He wanted to become the dictator of Rome. He thought the senate was just a bunch of blabbering old men slowing down the prosses of his campaigns. The Gauls had conspired agains Rome and Caesar wanted to march against them again. The senate was unwilling to give Caesar control of any legions and wanted Caesar to be stripped of any titles and duties he had. After a bloody civil war, Caesar wanted to solve things peacefully with the senate.



The Prodigy

Sextus Vipsanius Agrippa, a humble pleb. Although a competent warrior and tactician and a scholar of great generals, destined to be a general himself. His greatest ambition, stand side-by-side with the fearless, ruthless consul, Gaius Julius Caesar. The year was 45 B.C and Agrippa had worked his way up the ranks, he was now a Centurion. Caesar was planning to invade the Gauls for the second time, next summer. Agrippa was also the Tribune of the plebs, which meant he had access to the Senate. The senate was filled with powerful and influential Romans. Take Crassus, the richest man in the Roman Empire. Mark Anthony, the genius of the battlefield. In the back of the senate, there sat a young man talking to one of the opposing side to Caesar. Agrippa walked up to them and intervened “what foul thoughts are you putting in this boy’s’ head?” It’s fine, really the young man said. The young man had brown hair and a remarkably clean-shaven face. No dirt on his white Toga. Quite opposite to himself with his rough beard and scared face, Agrippa had a big scar going from under his right eye down over the right side of his lip. “What’s your name, boy” Agrippa demanded. “Cato, sir” Agrippa looked over at the old man, the man nodded. At that moment, Agrippa knew who he was talking to. It was the prodigy of Mark Anthony. There are rumors saying he is the brain behind Anthony’s recent victories, the battles he waged while Caesar was gone. The romans weren’t especially known for using their cavalry to full effect and neither was Anthony’s record, but recently his tactics have all changed and the battles has become quicker and less men have fallen. They’re calling it “the hammer and anvil” the invention of Alexander the great but has never been recreated in the way Mark had been doing it recently. It is out of character, it’s only after his prodigy, Cato joined his ranks when the hammer and anvil technique were put into use among with other unheard of tactics. Agrippa knew the rumors would have to be true, with a long history with Anthony he knew it wasn’t him. Agrippa bent down and whispered in Cato’s ear complementing him with his accomplishments. Cato looked back at him with a confused look, but Agrippa saw a small smug smirk building slowly on Cato’s face. Agrippa winked, turned around and walked to Mark Anthony. “Hey, Anthony. Congratulations on your recent victories, simply brilliant” Anthony chuckled. “Oh yeah.. eh thank you”


Summer is close


The year went by in the blink of an eye and the time to invade Gaul was closing in at a rapid pace. The Gauls had gotten information of Caesar’s plan and were mustering an army in the north. Agrippa knew the invasion had to be hastened and a co-general had not been chosen yet. Two days later, Caesar called a meeting for all high-raking military men. Agrippa was the second person to show up, only beaten by Cato, who must have spent the night in the forum. Agrippa watched Cato sitting there by himself, drifting away in his own thoughts. What’s his name? Agrippa pondered. Cato’s full name, heritage and birthplace were all a mystery. Agrippa made his way over the young man and sat down next to him, slapping his shoulder. Cato sprung awake from his daydream. Almost slapping Agrippa in the process. “Calm down, boy” Cato looked a bit embarrassed. “So, what’s your story?” Agrippa said calmly. “I don’t know” Cato snapped back. He had obviously gotten that question before. Agrippa’s curiousness was strong, but he let it go this time. “So, are you hoping to be picked to join Caesar on his Gaul campaign?” “I’m already picked” Cato said, looking down. “Why are you so down then?” Agrippa couldn’t understand, there is nothing that would make him prouder than to fight beside Caesar. Cato pointed at his chest, he had a medallion, it had the Capitoline Wolf on one side and the Roman Eagle on the other. “It’s a token, honoring me” Agrippa looked confused. “It’s not me, it’s the soldiers who are doing the fighting, I stand behind the ranks, not even that, I stay in the tent” Cato put his head in his hands “like a coward” he muttered. “I want to fight!”. Agrippa got a new outlook on Cato’s situation. He has everything, Agrippa thought. Now, now he understood. He has everything to everybody else, but nothing to himself. Viewed as a hero by his peers and as a loser by himself. Agrippa inspected Cato’s medallion, golden like the Aquila of the Legions. Cato noticed Agrippa staring, Cato proceeded to throw the medallion to Agrippa. It went a bit to the left and bounced of Agrippa’s shoulder. Agrippa turned around and swiftly picked up the shiny medallion, he brushed off the dirt on the edges and tried giving it back to Cato. He refused “you take it, you, a soldier. Give it back the day I slay a general or chieftain with my own sword, then I can bear it, only then” Agrippa sat with a symbol of heroism in his hands, one of the greatest gifts you could receive. In theory, just a piece of metal, but in Rome this piece of medal granted you a place above the law. Agrippa was polishing the medallion with his cape as six pretorian guards on magnificent white horses with their purple capes flowing in the wind behind them. The guards came to a halting stop, behind them were another six guards and in front of the guards, Caesar. The horses formed a line, all turned towards the forum which had filled up without Agrippa even noticing. Caesar was in the middle of his twelve guards, he got of his horse. “Soldiers! The rumors are true” he proclaimed, “The foul Gauls have conspired against me, broken our agreements, joined with the Britains” The crowd roared, one man screaming “Let’s kill ‘em all” Caesar kept speaking “Men! The senate does not want my plans to be fulfilled, the senate has been corrupted and any honorable Roman who know what being a Roman entail shall stand by me in my decision to go against the senate’s wishes” “Betrayal!” Mark Anthony stood up, pointed to Caesar. “The Roman Empire does not go against the senate! This is not a dictatorship” The forum went amok, screaming and shouting erupted. Caesar made a fist and thrusted in to the sky “Silence!” deafening silence swept over the forum. “Mark! Come here” Anthony walked up to Caesar, Caesar whispered something into Anthony’s ear. Agrippa sat close to the front and could hear some of the words and he was sure he heard Crassus’ name. Agrippa had a feeling Caesar just paid Anthony for his obedience, but Agrippa knew Anthony was too proud to take that deal. Anthony stormed off and Caesar kept speaking. He was about to choose who would lead his army beside him, Agrippa wanted to see where Anthony was heading, he had a sneaking suspicion the Senate were the destination in Anthony’s mind. “Cato!” Caesar pointed at the young man, Caesar waved him up in front of everyone. “Tell me, will you stand by me in my decision?” Cato looked Julius straight in his eyes. “yes” Caesar grabbed Cato’s hand and raised it “I present to you, your general” Cato ripped his hand away and said, “I will stand by you, but not as a general” The silence turned into whispers and mumbling “you refuse my offer?” Cato looked at Caesar “No, I will join you. As a soldier” Caesar knew he needed Cato on his side, he could feel something stirring between him, the senate and Mark Anthony. Caesar embraced Cato “Vey well! That leaves the spot for a general open once more” Cato whispered something in Caesar’s ear. Caesar looked up at the crowed “Agrippa?” Agrippa turned around, he was on his way to follow Mark. When he turned around he saw Cato standing beside Caesar, pointing his finger towards Agrippa. Everyone in the forum turned towards him. A man stood up “Caesar! You can’t make a plebian a general” Agrippa turned to the standing man “Hold your tongue before I cut it off” Agrippa had fought to get out of the lower class and was not about to take heckling from a privileged piece of shit. The crowd gasped, the man came running towards Agrippa. His hand on his sword, he jumped from the last seat at the bottom of the forum and put his blade to Agrippa’s throat. “speak to your superior like that again” he said pressing the blade harder. Agrippa felt his Adams apple cross the blade as he swallowed. “You’re right, that was out of order” The man loosened his grip around Agrippa, that’s when Agrippa turned around, grabbed the man’s blade and shoved the tip down into his knee. “kneel” Agrippa spouted at the man “kneel!” the man fell to his knees. Agrippa took the man’s head in his hands and pushed him back. The man now laying on his back with the sword still stuck in his knee. Agrippa took hold of the sword, twisted it and pulled it out of the now horribly bloody knee. Agrippa wiped the blade off on the man and threw the sword to the side. “It seems we can” Caesar said “it seems we can make a plebian a general” Agrippa was sure he was going to get thrown out and demoted, but he got called up to the floor. Two men rushed in and helped the bloodied man up, Agrippa made his way up to Caesar and kneeled in front of him. “Get up, for God’s sake” Caesar grabbed Agrippa by the shoulders and pulled him up to his feet. Agrippa was now the closest he has ever been to Caesar. Agrippa’s heart was pounding, Caesar grabbed his hand “Our new General!” The forum was filled with chanting and cheers “Agrippa, Agrippa, Agrippa!” Caesar looked at Agrippa “looks like they like you” Caesar winked. Agrippa’s mind was all over the place, his thoughts in disarray. Agrippa was about to faint, then he saw Cato’s face pop up in front of him. Agrippa threw himself at Cato “Thank you! Thank you” Agrippa kept thanking Cato until he was pushed off. Later, when Caesar and his guards were off to his residence. Agrippa and Cato were walking together, Agrippa lived in a middleclass house, while Cato lived in a mansion in the outskirts of Rome’s centrum. Walking past the Trevi fountain and the Pantheon, they were close to Cato’s home. “good job earlier, you really showed that stuck up asshole, Claudius Herros” “so that’s who that was, I needed to teach him some manners” Agrippa told Cato “well, whatever you were doing it was bloody brilliant” Cato patted Agrippa on the shoulder twice “Well, this is my stop. I will see you tomorrow, make a stop at the Senate” It was still quite a while until Agrippa was home, he nodded and kept walking. The time was close to midnight and Agrippa sat with his feet of the roof, just drifting into his thoughts and got list thinking about what happened earlier. He was going to war beside Caesar, him, beside the man himself. Agrippa began feeling sleepy and decided it was best to not fall asleep on a slanted rooftop. Agrippa had a lot of prior experience of acrobatic running, jumping from roof top to rooftop and climbing walls in his early years. He easily jumped from the rooftop to a stone railing, rolled and softly landed on the ground. He went inside and went to sleep. The next day as the sun rose and the light beam came shining through a small hole in the ceiling, Agrippa was ready to take on the day. His schedule was full, and he had no time to waste. Agrippa looked in his small mirror, tried to fix up his black hair that usually went down to his cheek, but only went a bit under his ear, as it had curled up during the night. He grabbed his Toga which had gathered a significant amount of dirt over the years. I really got to fix that hole, Agrippa thought to himself as he ran out the door. To the Senate! He proclaimed. “Shut up!” there was an elder woman on the floor above where Agrippa ran, but Agrippa could not care less. This was the day when he was going to make an impact. Agrippa ran until he saw the Senate and as he came close, he started walking slower and straightened his back as to seem confident and important. Agrippa could hear whispers as he walked past people. Pleb, Claudius, Caesar, Cato, Gaul. Agrippa was the biggest news in the city of Rome. He walked slowly up the steps towards, two men walked on either side of him. They congratulated him on his new role. “I appreciate that, I’ll make sure to not let you down” the two men chuckled. Agrippa jumped the last two steps and as he suavely entered the senate, he started looking around for Cato, why is Caesar never here? Agrippa asked himself. Oh right, he’s “betraying” them. Agrippa found that stupid. Agrippa soon realized he wasn’t particularly welcome, as he was on Caesar’s side. He got some burning stares and a couple of less than nice comments thrown at him, but Agrippa just wanted to talk to Cato. He didn’t feel in any sort of danger, as everyone in a fifty-meter radius is double his age, except for Cato that is almost half it. Agrippa scoped Cato out and made his way towards him. He sat talking to the same old man he did the day before. This time the tone wasn’t as relaxed. “You can’t possibly join him! Anthony will never agree” the old man shouted. “Yes he will, you’ll see” Cato spouted back. Cato turned away from the old man “Agrippa! Fantastic you could stop by” Agrippa stood up to shake his hand. The old man made an overly loud sigh and went off to talk to some other senators. “Have you talked to Caesar” Agrippa asked. “Yeah“Cato answered. “That’s wonderful, and you got permission to fight on the frontline?” Cato looked at Agrippa. “you don’t think I’m ready? You don’t think I can fight” Cato said with a sharp, snappy tone. He was obviously under a lot of stress. Agrippa knew Cato wanted to prove himself. “you’re going to be a formidable fighter” Cato looked at Agrippa. “you think so?” the childish innocence in Cato’s eyes shun through. “of course, you’re smart. Keep formation and fight bravely and you’ll surely win. Cato gave Agrippa a small smirk. The senators stopped talking and found their places. Anthony had arrived, it seemed he had called for a meeting with the Senate. “I have a proposal! He said proudly. “I say we should let Caesar take the legions and march on Gaul” The Senate exploded. “outrageous” “he’s a war criminal” Mark Anthony raised his voice “I say we let him carry out his invasion, for the good of Rome” Most Senators sat in awe, while others kept muttering curse words at Mark. One man even got up and walked up to Anthony. “We cannot stand by and let this tyrant take over Rome” Anthony put his hand around the Senator’s shoulder. Anthony let out a deep sigh. “Senator, you see I will not allow Caesar to take the Legions by himself. Caesar tried convincing my heir, Cato, to lead his army” The senator beside Anthony raised an eyebrow. “what? Why?” Anthony continued “This shows me Caesar wants me on his side” A senator stood up “Preposterous”. “No Senator, this is good news. I will take Cato by my side and help lead Caesar’s invasion. I believe, with the Senate’s permission and my leadership, we can transform this situation into a broadening of Rome’s Empire and alter it from a coup to a success story that will be spoken of for centuries to come and you will all be a part of it” Agrippa rolled his eyes. He knew there was no better way to convince the Senate, than to play on their ego. Agrippa had hoped he would have Cato under his own command, now that the plans have changed, Agrippa had to adapt.





The summer had arrived, the general was chosen, and Caesar’s vision was going to plan. Caesar welcomed Anthony’s sudden change of heart with open arms. Caesar had commanded his four legions to meet outside Rome’s massive walls at sunrise. Agrippa was precise as always and sat upon a horse on Caesar’s right side. With his Praetorian guard close behind. Agrippa was on lookout for Cato, Caesar had split the four legions into two twos. One half commanded by Anthony and Cato and the other commanded by Caesar and Agrippa. Agrippa was scratching his black and grey beard, the hair on his head tickling the top of his hand. He was tired of his unorganized and wily hair. Agrippa gathered his hair in a knot on top of his head and used his sword to cut it off. Caesar looked over at Agrippa. “Smart, now they can’t grab your hair even if you lose your helmet” That hadn’t even crossed Agrippa’s mind but played along, he’d take any bonus points he could get from Caesar. He thought the logic behind it was a bit daft, as his helmet had a big, red, mane going across it. Stretching from the back of his head to his forehead. Agrippa threw his bundled up hair to the side “Caesar, where is Cato?” Caesar pointed to the other two legions. “but that’s under Anthony’s command” Cato and Agrippa didn’t have a chance to talk before they and the rest of the army was rushed out to the field. “I’m just going to check the supplies” Agrippa said with other intentions in his mind. “They’ve just been checked” Caesar said. Damn it, Agrippa wanted to talk to Cato before they started marching. “Agmen formate!” Caesar shouted.  It was law for every Roman soldier to know these military commands by heart. It meant get in formation. The legions were pretty much already in formation, but this was Caesar’s way to initiate a well-prepared march. Caesar shouted “Movete!” and his two legions started to move. Caesar, Agrippa and the Pretorian guard led the march. Anthony immediately called his men into marching formation and followed Caesar. They marched on the big, cobbled roads of Rome until they were stopped by a thick forest stopping their march.

The Forest

Caesar and his men had been marching for three days with barley any sleep. Caesar and Anthony agreed on bunkering down for the night, they were closing Gaul territory and therefore began their fortifications. The army worked together to chopdown a part of the forest, they hacked their way into the forest, that way they could use what progress they\ve made into the forest as a road for the next day. The men built a two-story wall and they guarded it in shifts. Agrippa’s and a part of Caesar’s legion had the first shift. Agrippa heard something moving in the bushes outside. Agrippa grabbed his bow. “Men!” several soldiers ran up the stairs to the second floor with their bows out. Agrippa pointed towards the bushes. “Parate” The men pulled back their bow strings, “Dimittite!” The men let loose. They could hear several squeals coming from the bushes. They were definitely not human, Agrippa sent out a cavalry raiding party. The cavalry approached the bushes, one man jumped of his horse and went into the bush. He came back seconds later with a boar with several arrows sticking out of it. Agrippa made a sigh of relief. It was going to be one hell of a feast tomorrow morning, Agrippa thought to himself. The cavalry returned without any issues, they had several boars on the back of the horses. One of the archers went over to Agrippa and jokily slapped the back of Agrippa’s head “Nice one” Agrippa didn’t know what to make of that, sarcasm or just a genuine compliment? Agrippa thought no more of it, his shift was almost over. He did a routine check on all the men and went into his tent to get some sleep. The next day, Agrippa got up before most of the army had awoken, he took a few men that were awake and made a quick patrol around the edge of the forest. Agrippa did not want any surprises as they hacked their way into the forest. He knew it was going the be an exhausting few days in front of them. Agrippa thought about crossing the Rhine, which they eventually had to do. The Rhine is a gigantic river in which the Romans had to cross to the the rest of Gaul. Focus on taking the first territories of Gaul before worrying about crossing the Rhine, Agrippa said to himself. The forest looked clear and Agrippa and his men rode back to the camp. It was time to have a quick meal before getting into formation. Anthony’s two legions ate first, while Caesar’s were out scouting for more wild boars. For about one hours, they rode their horses around into the edge of the forest and found a decent amount, Caesar had told the men without horses to gather berries. They came back with massive amounts of food, which is good as they could put it in the supply wagons. Caesar and his two legions were happy with the amount if food they had gathered and returned to the camp. After they made some campfires and had a good time eating, it was time to make their way to the forest. Caesar and Anthony commanded the Legions to line up outside the camp in ten rows each. They told them to grab the man to the left and work with him to hack down one tree. This way, they had two men working on 10 trees wide. Caesar thought it was a bit narrow, but Anthony insisted it was enough. The romans expected some skirmishers from the Gauls, but they had been working for hours and were almost trough to a clearing in the forest and no sight of any Gauls. Something felt fishy. Caesar waved Agrippa over to him. Agrippa had been helping to hack down the trees which had boosted the moral of the tired Legions. Agrippa put his axe on his shoulder and did a small jog over to Caesar. “Agrippa, get on your horse. We need to talk to Anthony and Cato” He got on his horse and followed Caesar. “Anthony! The Gauls, they are nowhere to be seen. Do you not think they are planning an ambush?” Agrippa had been too occupied to think about that. Agrippa and Caesar decided to send out a search party to gather news of any enemy movement ahead.


The Alps

The Roman legions had been hacking away at the forest two days straight and they could finally start to see the light glimmer through at the end of the horizon. Caesar anticipated it would take one more day to get through. Agrippa consulted with Caesar and they came to an agreement to camp up for the night. The men were all extremely tired and Caesar needed them to be able to stand ground in any possible battle up ahead. The legions started to build a very well-fortified encampment inside the forest. This was the first time Agrippa got a chance to talk to Cato ever since they left the city. Cato stood beside Anthony, looking a bit worried. Agrippa waved him over. “Cato, here!” Cato turned his head and met eyes with Agrippa. Cato came riding up to Agrippa. “Ah! Agrippa, so good to see you. How have the march been treating you?” Agrippa smiled, “It’s everything I wanted” Cato patted Agrippa on the back “good, good” Cato on the other hand was not as pleased with his situation. Agrippa remembered Cato’s wish to fight on the front line. Agrippa looked over at a disheartened looking Cato “Don’t worry, your moment will come” Cato smiled, but quickly returned to his stern look he had earlier. “What’s bothering you, Cato” Agrippa asked. “You know how Caesar wants us to conquer Gaul?” Agrippa nodded “Well, Caesar needs Anthony, unless he wants to march with one legion” Agrippa did not see the problem in that. He knew Anthony was planning something, but not even Anthony would have such hatred towards Ceasar to turn the legions on each other. “Yes? Go on.” Agrippa said. “I’ve been talking to Anthony and he refuses to march any longer if we take the long way” “The long way?” Agrippa wondered. “Yes. Caesar, a cautious man wishes to go around the alps. Anthony will only march if Caesar agrees to cross the alps directly” Agrippa sat in silence for a while. “But, that has not been done since Hannibal” Cato nodded. It had gotten dark and the chances of an ambush was rising, Agrippa and Cato rode into the encampment. Cato on the way to Anthony’s quarter, Agrippa asked him to join him. They had to inform Caesar. “Caesar! Caesar!” Caesar jumped up from bed and immediately grabbed his sword, ready to attack any intruder. “woah, woah. Caesar, calm down. It’s us” Caesar made a sigh of relief. “don’t ever do that again” Agrippa and Cato apologized. “We wouldn’t have bothered you if it wasn’t of the highest importance” Agrippa said. Caesar sat down by the table in the middle of his tent, there laid a map of Gaul and a couple of rocks meant to simulate the legions. “Sit!” Agrippa and Cato hurried over to the table and sat down. “so, what are these news” Caesar asked. Cato started babbling, making very little sense and was beating around the bush. Agrippa intervened “Anthony insists on crossing the Alps” Caesar looked more shocked than he had ever looked. “excuse me? Did you say across the alps”. “That is a very long march, it will become winter before we have crossed” All three men sat in silence, just waiting for someone to say something. After a while, Caesar broke the silence. “No, I will not have it! Go tell that fool, I will not kill my men. Tell him he is an incompente-” Agrippa interrupted his frenzy “He will turn his legion back; we cannot assault Gaul with one legion even if we go around” “He will what?!” Caesar bellowed at the top of his lungs. Caesar got up, threw his chair to the side and stormed out of the tent. “Cato Antonius!” Ceasar ran towards Anthony’s tent. “Anthony!” Agrippa and Cato had followed Caesar. They waited outside while Caesar ran into Anthony’s tent. “The Alps?! You wish to cross the Alps?!” Agrippa was peaking into the tent, Anthony was still in his bed. Caesar’s shouting had awoken Anthony up, but he looked very disorientated. “huh? What are you on about, Caesar” Anthony said in a sleepy voice. Before Anthony could even yawn, Caesar had thrown himself towards Anthony and held him up against the wall, grasping his robe. “By the gods, I command you to tell me the truth” Anthony put his hand on one of Caesar’s arms that were holding him tight against the wall, patting it. “First of all, you don’t command me. Second of all, what if I did make that ultimatum, thir-“Caesar let go of Anthony and smacked him so hard  on his cheek, Cato and Agrippa could hear it from outside the tent. “You do not give me ultimatums, these are my legions.  You are my second in command, do you understand?” Anthony smirked “You see yourself as a god, you’re not, this invasion will fail” Caesar rushed out of the tent “All soldiers on guard! You are relieved of your duties, go back to your quarters and do not change with your partner. You are all to stay in our tents until dawn. Caesar looked down at Agrippa, but quickly turned around and rushed back into the tent. Caesar grabbed Anthony by his hair and pushed his head against the table, knocking over a glass of wine. Anthony made a grunt of pain. Anthony laid with his cheek pressed up against the table, his head facing the entrance of the tent. “You!” Anthony could see Agrippa peaking in. Agrippa met eyes with Anthony and holding eye contact, waved Cato back to his own tent. Agrippa got up and proudly walked into the tent. “yes, me” Agrippa said. “You plebian, go back to your whore mother. You should be picking up pig shit an-“ Caesar pushed Anthony’s head harder against the table. “That’s no way to talk to my second in command” Anthony looked confused. Agrippa went over to the table and lent down, looking Anthony square in the eyes and said “I think that means you’re fired” Agrippa looked up at Caesar, smiling” “You cannot do this to me, Caesar. I am Cato Antonius, the commander of this army and a senator of Rome” Caesar let go of Anthony. “you might be a senator, but you are no commander. Travel back to Rome” Caesar said with a stern voice, he continued “and I will send couriers with stories of our victories. “Now!” Anthony stomped out of the tent with Caesar and Agrippa close behind. “Have it your way. I will talk to my legion and by dawn we will be of” Anthony said. “Actually, you will take a horse, make as little sound as possible and go, immediately” Caesar commanded. “Show him out” Caesar pointed at Agrippa. Agrippa grabbed Anthony and dragged him towards the stables. “You will regret this, Caesar. Mark my words!” Anthony yelled over the shoulder of Agrippa. Agrippa, afraid of Anthony waking up the whole camp, put his hand in front of Anthony’s mouth. Anthony mumbled so loud that Agrippa got annoyed and ripped off a part of his sleeve and stuffed it in Anthony’s mouth. Agrippa threw him on the back of a horse and got one of the soldiers that he made friends with during the chopping of the trees earlier to ride two horses outside of the forest, towards Rome with Anthony on one of them and when he got there, he was asked to untie the bonds in which Agrippa was putting on Anthony’s arms and legs. He was then asked to leave one horse to Anthony and take the secondary horse and return to camp. The soldier agreed. “and remember, no one is to know of this, Caesar will explain tomorrow” Agrippa opened the gate and let the soldier out.




Caesar, Agrippa and Cato did not get any sleep that night, but they had an important day in front of them and they were awake before the rest of the army. They had gathered in the middle of the camp and were waiting for the army to wake up. Dawn had arrived and the soldiers rushed out of their sleeping quarters and were getting in formation




Caesar uncovered the plot for his assassination, walks in with his armor and his purple cape

Instead of required triumphant clothing


People hear of the plot


Appointed dictator and immediately executes the senators


Gaul had conspired against Caesar, joined forces with the brittains, Caesar campaign for the second time to gaul