Carbo was the leader of Sulla’s enemies. He had gathered together a large army, but it was scattered over Italy, under his lieutenants. Pompey, who was soon to be known as Pompey the Great, was fighting for Sulla, and he, with three legions, kept Carbo’s forces from uniting. This made Sulla’s victory the easier. But while Romans fought with Romans, a new danger threatened the city. An army of Samnites, under a leader named Pontius, slipped past both the army of Sulla and the scattered troops of Carbo, and marched straight toward Rome. The citizens were in despair. They remembered the Samnites who long ago had entrapped their army at the pass of the Caudine Forks, and their leader Pontius, who had made Roman officers and soldiers pass beneath the yoke, and they trembled. What if the enemy proved as powerful as of old? Private quarrels were forgotten, while all those of military age in the city armed for her defence. In their walls the people had no confidence, for here and there they were broken down and unfit to stand a siege. So out of the city to meet the terrible foe marched the valiant band of Romans, only to find the enemy too strong for it. When it was known in the city that the army so hastily enrolled had been defeated, the despair was profound. Women ran about the streets crying aloud to their gods and shrieking in terror. At any moment, they believed, the Samnites might enter their city. Then, just when hope of relief was faintest, a large company of cavalry was seen approaching the gates. It was the vanguard of Sulla’s army, and he himself was close behind with the main body of his troops. For the time a feeling of immense relief was felt in the city. At least the Samnites would not enter Rome now unopposed. Sulla’s officers begged him to allow his troops to rest before attacking the enemy. But he refused, ordering the trumpets at once to sound for battle. Crassus commanded Sulla’s right wing, and, unknown to the general, beat the enemy. The left wing of the Romans was all but repulsed, when Sulla rode to its help, mounted on a swift white steed. He was recognised by the Samnites, and two of them prepared to fling their darts at the great Roman general. They thought that if he were slain the battle would soon be at an end. But Sulla’s servant saw his master’s danger, and gave his steed a touch that made him start suddenly forward. The darts fell harmless to the ground close to the horse’s tail, so that the servant had just succeeded in saving his master’s life.