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Rhodanus river

the Rhône

Rutupiae

Richborough

Saba

Yemen

Sacrae largitiones

imperial finance ministry

Samarobriva

Amiens

Sapaudia

Savoy

Scaldis river

the Scheldt

scholae

Emperor's personal bodyguard

scriptorium

book-room

scutarii

light cavalry

Secies river

the Seccia

Sequana river

the Seine

Serdica

Sofia

Singidunum

Belgrade

Sirmium

Mitrovica, Kosovo

solea ferrea

cavalry horseshoe

solidus

gold coin of high denomination

sparsor

chariot-cleaner

spatha

sword

spina

barrier down centre of the Circus

sponsio

bribe

status belli

state of war

Sufes

Sbiba, Tunisia

Sufetula

Sbeitla, Tunisia

suffragium

the going rate for purchase of office

susceptores

tax-collectors

taberna

inn

tablinum

study, library, office

Tamesa river

the Thames

Tanais river

the Don

Taprobana

Sri Lanka/Ceylon

Tarus river

the Taro

tessera

token; small cube of stone, glass, etc.

Thusuros

Tozeur, Tunisia

Ticinum

Pavia

Tigernum Castrum

Thiers

Tolosa

Toulouse

tractator

intermediary

tremissis

gold coin worth one third of a solidus

triclinium

dining-room

Turnacum

Tournai

Utus river

the Vid

Vectis

Isle of Wight

venatores

hunting-gangs

Vesontio

Besançon

vexillatio

cavalry unit, detachment

Viadua river

the Oder

vicomagistri

nightwatchmen

vigiles

police

Visurgis river

the Weser

Vosegus Mons

the Vosges

HISTORICAL NOTE

In
AD
376, exactly a hundred years before the end of the Western Roman Empire, an extraordinary thing happened. An entire German nation, the Visigoths, assembled on the banks of the River Danube pleading for permission to cross the river into the Roman Empire. The reason: a terrible race of mounted nomad-warriors, the Huns, had suddenly fallen on them from the east with such ferocity and in such overwhelming numbers that the Goths were forced to seek safety across the Roman frontier. Entry was granted, and all might have been well; the Goths would probably have settled peacefully as workers on the land and recruits for the legions. But exploitation by corrupt Roman
1
officials (for example, when reduced to starvation the Goths were given dogmeat in exchange for their sons sold into slavery) provoked the Goths into rebellion. In 378, at Adrianople in Thrace, they destroyed a huge Roman army, killing the Eastern emperor, Valens. (The empire had recently been split into two halves, with capitals at Milan and Constantinople.) This was Rome's worst disaster since Cannae, where in 216
BC
her forces had been massacred by Hannibal.

The danger passed, thanks to firm but diplomatic handling of the Goths by Theodosius I, Rome's last great soldier-emperor. The empire, apparently strong and secure once more, was briefly re-united at the end of his reign, but when he died in 395 it was divided – this time permanently – between his feeble sons, Honorius (West) and Arcadius (East).

With the strong hand of Theodosius removed, inherent weaknesses showed up, and the West plunged into crisis. The Goths, under their leader Alaric, broke out and proceeded to ravage the Balkans and invade Italy. Stilicho, the West's brilliant Vandal general, defeated Alaric time and again but always let him escape, perhaps out of reluctance to finish off a fellow German. Then, on
the last day of 406, disaster struck. A vast host of German tribesmen – Vandals, Suevi, Burgundians, etc. – crossed the frozen Rhine, then poured across Gaul and into Spain. Distracted by grandiose plans to wrest the Balkans from the Eastern Empire, Stilicho failed to intervene; as a result, he fell from power and was executed. Alaric then re-invaded Italy, and in 410 captured Rome itself, only to die within the year. (The Goths soon withdrew from Italy, taking with them Honorius' sister Galla Placidia, who was captured when Rome fell; she was eventually sold back to the Romans for half a million measures of wheat.) Denuded of troops by a usurper, Britain was instructed by Honorius to fend for itself against the depredations of Saxons, Picts, and Scots (from Ireland).

At this critical juncture for the West, the situation was stabilized and to some extent reversed by a remarkable Roman general, Constantius. His policy of persuading the German tribes to settle peacefully as federates in the provinces they had invaded had considerable success; so much so that in 421 Honorius appointed him co-emperor as Constantius III, and sanctioned his marriage to Placidia, by whom he had a son, the future Emperor Valentinian III, and a daughter, Honoria, whose scandalous involvement with the Hun king, Attila, very nearly brought the Western Empire to a premature end. (Plans for recovering Britain were indefinitely shelved.)

Unfortunately, Constantius died within months of receiving the purple. But his great work, to try to preserve the empire by forging a state of harmonious co-existence between the Romans and their German ‘guests' (as the federates were euphemistically termed), was to be carried on by another Roman general with vision, Flavius Aetius. Their task was complicated by a religious problem. Catholic Christianity was now the official religion of the Roman state. The Germans settled within the Empire were also Christians, but of a different brand – Arian. Arianism held that Christ the Son was inferior to God the Father, a doctrine in tune with the Germans' paternalistic society. In the eyes of Romans this made them heretics, and therefore beyond the pale.

In
AD
423 (when this story begins) Honorius died without issue, and this immediately created a power vacuum. The Eastern emperor, Theodosius II, the son of Arcadius, renounced his claim to the Western throne, backing instead the next legitimate heir, Valentinian, the infant son of Constantius III and Galla Placidia.
(The empress and her little son were then the guests of Theodosius in Constantinople.) Meanwhile, a usurper, Iohannes, had proclaimed himself emperor at Ravenna, which had become the Western capital. Accompanied by Placidia and Valentinian, an expedition was despatched from Constantinople to depose Iohannes, who appealed for help to Aetius. Anxious to prevent Placidia coming to power as regent for Valentinian – something he saw as potentially disastrous for the West – Aetius agreed to back Iohannes. With a large force raised from among his friends and allies across the Danube, the Huns (among whom he had lived as a hostage when a boy), Aetius set out for Italy. As spring wore towards summer in the fateful year of 425, the two armies converged in a collision course upon Ravenna.

 

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From
AD
212 all free inhabitants of the empire were accounted Romans.

PART I
RAVENNA
AD
423–33
PROLOGUE

Cursing, Titus Valerius Rufinus slapped at a mosquito which had bitten the back of his neck. Even here, a hundred feet up on the roof of Ravenna's Basilica Ursiana, Bishop Ursus' new cathedral, the pests were active. Eastwards, the angry red disc rising above the Mare Adriaticum threatened another day of scorching heat. The towers of the imperial palace suddenly glowed in the early rays, followed by the crenellations of the city walls, the topmost arches of the aqueduct that Emperor Trajan had built three centuries before, and the cupolas of the churches that were everywhere replacing the pagan temples. The banks of mist that always seemed to shroud the place partially shredded away, revealing the great causeway that connected the city to its port of Classis three miles to the south-east and to the sprawling suburb of Caesarea in between. All around stretched a dreary landscape of marshes and lagoons, its monotony broken only by clumps of bog-willow, isolated vineyards, and the glittering line of the Fossa Augusta, the mighty canal joining the city to the River Po.

Soon, twinkling flashes from armour and weapons, threads of smoke from cooking-fires, and the faint blare of trumptes told Titus that the enemy encampment – dispersed throughout the buildings, squares, and smallholdings of Caesarea – was astir. An hour crawled past. Then the enemy force, cavalry from the Eastern Empire, commanded by Aspar, son of the veteran general Ardaburius, began to form up on the causeway. Extending an arm with fist bunched, Titus began to make a rough estimate of numbers: fifty horsemen between two knuckles; ten, twenty, thirty ranks . . . The more distant formations merged into a gleaming blur, making an accurate count impossible, but he thought the total could not be less than five thousand, perhaps nearer ten.

Muted by distance to a tinny bray, trumpets sounded. Like a monstrous caterpillar, the vast column began to creep along the
causeway towards the city. When they were five or six hundred paces from the walls Titus was able to pick out the various types of cavalry in the van:
catafracti
armoured head to toe, looking strangely unhuman;
clibanarii
in hooded chain-mail coats; light cavalry armed with javelins, unprotected save for small round shields and helmets; horse archers, and various intermediate types. All these impressions Titus stored away in his head, using the old Ciceronian trick of ‘memory palaces': an imagined suite of rooms, each containing a segment of information which a walk through the suite would instantly recall.

Time to move. Filing into the city through the Aurean Gate would slow the column, as would its exit via the Ariminum Gate. But every second Titus could shave from his journey back to base to deliver his report would gain his commander, General Aetius, precious time to prepare for the battle that now seemed inevitable.

Titus clambered back down through the trapdoor giving access to the roof, and down a ladder to a platform supported by scaffolding, where artisans were finishing a wall mosaic. It showed Christ enthroned on a globe of the world, separating the sheep from the goats at the Day of Judgement. The face was wonderfully depicted, its expression combining tenderness with strength, compassion with power. Momentarily overcome with emotion, Titus knelt before the image and made the sign of the cross. (A pagan for almost all of his young life, Titus had recently converted to the new faith.) Feeling strangely comforted and strengthened, he descended more ladders to the floor. A subdeacon, who had smuggled Titus into the cathedral, was waiting at the foot of the scaffolding. The pair hurried through the vast building with its five naves, fifty-six marble columns, and glorious mosaics glowing blue and gold in the dim light. The cleric unlocked the great double doors.

‘Farewell, my son.' He pressed into Titus' hand a Chi–Rho amulet, the crossed Greek letters symbolizing the Christians' faith. ‘Let Christ and His holy angels have you in their keeping, and may Fortune favour your enterprise.'

From the slight eminence where Aetius had set up his headquarters in front of the Hun encampment, Titus watched the enemy deploy half a mile to his fore. Tinged with fear, excitement churned in
his stomach. Aspar had chosen his position well, extending his forces in a triple line on a stretch of comparatively firm ground between swamps so that he could not easily be encircled. Protecting his flanks were the heavy cavalry –
catafractarii
and
clibanarii
– with the light cavalry and horse archers forming the centre. Well to the rear were parked the supply wagons. Titus looked behind him to where the Hun riders waited, an impatient, milling horde.

This was going to be exclusively a cavalry battle, he reflected, something virtually unprecedented in Rome's long history, where until comparatively recently victories had been won by heavily armed legionaries. The transport ships carrying the Eastern infantry from Constantinople had been dispersed by a storm and their commander, Ardaburius, captured. On the Western side, barring a small Roman entourage, Aetius' force was drawn from his allies beyond the Danube, the Huns. They were mounted archers, probably the most formidable light horsemen the world had ever seen.

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