For an instant the old master-at-arms was horrified; such a ride he had never beheld. But the next moment he waved his blue flag and cried: "Forward! follow your King!" And, the horsemen first, the foot after, the centre o£ the Gothic army, leaping, jumping, and sliding down upon their shields, suddenly descended the steep side of the hill upon the Hunnish cavalry. Calpurnius had looked up. It had seemed to him as if he heard his name, and the cry sounded like the last trump of judgment. He turned, and would have fled. But the grim soldiers on his right and left caught his bridle. "Halt, tribune!" said Antallas, pointing to Totila's horsemen--"_there_ is the enemy!" A cry of pain to the left caused him and Calpurnius to turn. The Hun Kuturgur, the second of the body-guards, sank with a crash from his saddle, felled by the sword-stroke of a Goth who appeared to have dropped from the sky. And behind this Goth, the rocky steep, which yet seemed inaccessible, was filled with climbing and leaping men, and the Huns were suddenly taken in the flank by this enemy from above, while at the same time they were attacked in front by Totila. Calpurnius recognised the Goth. "Witichis!" he cried in terror, and his arm fell powerless at his side. But his horse saved him. Wounded and startled by the fall of Kuturgur, it galloped wildly away. Antallas threw himself furiously upon the King of the Goths, who was far in advance of his men. "Down, madman!" he cried. But the next moment he was slain by Witichis, who irresistibly, trampled down all those who stood in his path. Through the crowd of Hunnish cavalry, who, terrified at his look, yielded to right and left, Witichis pursued Calpurnius. The latter had recovered the mastery of his horse, and now sought protection in the thickest press of his soldiers. In vain. Witichis did not lose sight of him for a moment, but followed him closely. However he might hide himself among his men, however rapidly he rode, Calpurnius could not escape the King, who beat down all who stood between him and the murderer of his son. Group after group, knot after knot, dissolved before the terrible sword of the revengeful father. The lines of the Huns were broken through by the fugitive and his pursuer. They were not able to close again, for, even before Totila could come up, the old standard-bearer, with horse and foot, had broken their right flank, dividing it into two parts. When Totila galloped up, he found only flying foes. The portion to the right was soon taken between Totila and Hildebrand, and destroyed. The greater part on the left fled back to Belisarius. Meantime Calpurnius galloped over the field as if pursued by the Furies. He had a good start, for Witichis had been seven times obliged to hew his way through the enemy. But Boreas galloped bravely on, and carried Witichis ever nearer to his victim. The fugitive heard the call to stand and fight. He only spurred his horse the faster.