"And you use my shooting-machines clumsily too! Do you see that oak-tree? A leader of one of the Gothic thousands is standing beneath it, clad in a coat of mail. Pay attention!" He directed the machine; aimed and shot. The mailed Goth was pierced through and through, and nailed to the tree. Just then a Saracen horseman rode quickly up below the wall. "Archon," he cried to Constantinus, "Bessas begs for reinforcements for the Prænestinian Gate! The Goths are advancing." Constantinus looked doubtfully at Cethegus. "Pshaw!" said the latter; "the only attack to be feared will be made upon the Gate of St. Paul, and that is well defended, I am certain. Tell Bessas that he is scared too soon. Besides, I have six lions, ten tigers and twelve bears in the Vivarium waiting for the next feast at the Circus. Let them loose upon the barbarians for the present. It will afford a spectacle for the Romans." But now one of the body-guard hurried up from Mons Pincius. "Help, sir. Help, Constantinus! your own gate, the Flaminian, is in danger! Countless barbarians! Ursicinus begs for assistance!" "There too?" asked Cethegus incredulously. "Reinforcements for the broken walls between the Flaminian and the Pincian Gates!" cried a second messenger, also sent by Ursicinus. "You need not defend that part. You know that it stands under the special protection of St. Peter; that will suffice," said Constantinus encouragingly. Cethegus smiled. "Yes, to-day most surely; for it will not be attacked at all." "Prefect!" cried Marcus Licinius, who just then hurried up, out of breath; "quick to the Capitol! I have just come thence. All the seven camps of the enemy are vomiting Goths from every exit. A general storm is intended upon all the gates of Rome." "That can hardly be," said Cethegus with a smile. "But I will go up. You, Marcus Licinius, will answer to me for the Tiburtinian Gate. It _must_ be mine. Away with you! Take your two hundred legionaries." With these words he mounted his horse and rode towards the Capitol round the foot of the Viminalian Hill. There he met with Lucius Licinius and his Isaurians. "General," said Lucius, "things look grave, very grave! What about the Isaurians? Do you persist in your order?" "Have I retracted it?" said Cethegus severely. "Lucius, you and the other tribunes must follow me. Isaurians, you, under your chief, Asgares, will march between the Baths and the Tiburtinian Gate." He did not believe there was danger for Rome. He thought he knew what the barbarians really intended at this moment. "The feint of a general attack," he argued, "is only meant to prevent the Byzantines from thinking of the danger of their commander outside the walls." He soon reached and ascended a tower of the Capitol, whence he could overlook the whole plain. It was filled with Gothic weapons. It was a splendid spectacle. From all the gates of the encampment poured the Gothic troops, encircling the whole circumference of the city.