This sea the Veneti held, and they were the masters of it altogether,
for though their own land did not reach to the Loire itself, yet
their great ships were dreaded and obeyed for many a day’s sail, and
the rare shelters behind the juts of rock or within the islands they
claimed to be theirs, even when the land about was tilled by another
tribe. These great ships of theirs, which were their pride, stood
up like castles out of the sea, very high at poop and prow, and of
marvellous thick timber, with huge foot-square baulks and the nails
clamping them thick as a man’s thumb, so stout was all their building
and so great and heavy were their ships of war. Iron also--and this
seemed strange to the Romans and a sort of terrifying thing--were
their anchor cables, and the vast square sails, whereby such weights
of wood and men and iron were moved, were not of canvas but of hide,
another thing monstrous in Roman eyes.
Against this power of theirs by sea the Veneti were very sure that
the little men from the south could do nothing, cunning though they
were in arts, and always favoured by fortune in their wars, and full
of wealth, and coming--the leaders of them--from palaces for homes.
For the Veneti were sailors, and sailors ever believe that the sea
is wholly theirs, and is a certain defence against all evil and a
certain avenue to all good fortune. But the Romans were soldiers,
ignorant of the sea and fearing it, nor had they any fleet on those
shores, nor could they seemingly make one which could at all dispute
the mastery of the Atlantic with the great leathern-sailed vessels
and their high freeboards that could withstand all the anger of the
sea. And more than this, the Veneti knew what a labyrinth was all
that coast under the water of it, and how many shoals and rocks
there lay hidden by the tide, and where these lurked; and they knew
what fate would befall vessels that struck, and they knew the shoals
whereon their own great boats, flat in the bilge, could lie unharmed
when the tide left them, but which would wreck hulls too deep and
narrow, and ignorant of the peculiar custom of those waters.
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