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"Now that the bold boy has s.h.i.+ps of war, he will become unbearable!
There must be an end to this."
He pressed his helmet upon his majestic head.
"I would willingly have spared the city and the Roman inhabitants; but I can wait no longer. Procopius, go and summon the generals; Magnus, Demetrius and Constantinus, Bessas and Ennes, and Martinus, the master of artillery; I will give them enough to do. The barbarians shall not rejoice in their victory; they shall learn to know Belisarius."
Shortly there appeared in the tent of the commander a man who, in spite of the breast-plate which he wore, had more the air of a scholar than of a warrior.
Martinus, the great mathematician, was of a gentle, peaceful nature, which had long found its sole happiness in the quiet study of Euclid.
He could not bear to see blood flow, and was even sorry to pluck a flower. But his mathematical and mechanical studies had one day accidentally led him to invent a new projectile of fearful power. He showed the plan to Belisarius, and he, delighted, would not let him alone, but dragged him before the Emperor, and obliged him to become "master of artillery to the _magister militum_, for the East"--namely, the a.s.sistant of Belisarius himself. He received a splendid salary, and was obliged by contract to invent one new machine of war yearly.
Then the gentle mathematician, with many sighs, invented those terrible tools of destruction which overthrew the walls of fortresses, shattered the gates of castles, hurled inextinguishable fire into the towns of Justinian's enemies, and destroyed human lives by thousands.
Every year Martinus delighted in the mathematical problems which he set himself to do; but as soon as the riddle was solved and the work completed, he thought with horror of the effects of his inventions.
Therefore he now appeared before Belisarius with a sorrowful countenance.
"Martinus! circle-turner!" cried Belisarius as he entered, "now show your art! How many catapults, balistae, and sling-machines have we in all?"
"Three hundred and fifty, general."
"'Tis well! Divide them along our whole line of siege. In the north, before the Porta Capuana and the castle, set the rams against the walls; down they must come, were they made of diamonds! From the central camp direct the projectiles in a curve, so that they may fall into the streets of the city. Make every effort; do not cease a moment for twenty-four hours; let the troops relieve each other; let all the machines play!"
"All, general?" asked Martinus. "The new ones too? The pyrobalistae, the hot projectiles?"
"Those too; those most of all!"
"General, they are horrible! You do not yet know their effect."
"Well, I shall now see what it is, and put them to the proof."
"Upon this splendid city? On the Emperor's city? Will you win for Justinian a heap of ashes?"
Belisarius had a great and n.o.ble soul. He was angry with himself, with Martinus, and with the Goths.
"Can I do otherwise?" he asked impatiently. "These stiff-necked Goths, this foolhardy Totila, force me to it. Five times have I offered capitulation. It is madness! Not three thousand men stand behind these walls! By the head of Justinian! why do not the fifty thousand Neapolitans rise and disarm the barbarians?"
"No doubt they fear your Huns more than their Goths," observed Procopius.
"They are bad patriots! Forward, Martinus! In an hour Neapolis must burn!"
"In a shorter time," sighed the mathematician, "if it must be so. I have brought with me a man who is well-informed; who can help us much, and simplify the work. He is a living plan of the city. May I bring him in?"
Belisarius nodded, and the sentry called in a little Jewish-looking man.
"Ah! Jochem, the architect!" said Belisarius. "I knew you at Byzantium.
You were to rebuild the church of St. Sophia. What became of that project?"
"By your leave, general, nothing."
"Why not?"
"My plan only amounted to a million centenaria of gold; that was too little for his Imperial Majesty. For the more a Christian church costs, the more holy and pleasing to G.o.d. A Christian asked double the amount, and got the order."
"But still I saw you building in Byzantium?"
"Yes, general, my plan pleased the Emperor. I changed it a little, took out the altar-place, and afterwards built from it a riding-school."
"You know Neapolis thoroughly--outside and inside?"
"Outside and inside--as well as my moneybag."
"'Tis well. You will direct the machines for the strategist against the walls and into the city. The houses of the friends of the Goths must come down first. Forward! Mind and do your business well, or else you will be impaled! Away!"
"The poor city!" sighed Martinus. "But you will see, Jochem, how exact are the pyrobalistae; and they work so easily, a child could manage them. And they act so splendidly!"
And now in all the camp began a monstrous and danger-pregnant activity.
The Gothic sentinels upon the ramparts saw how the heavy machines, drawn by twenty to thirty horses, camels, a.s.ses, or oxen, were brought before the walls, and divided along the whole line.
Totila and Uliaris went anxiously to the walls and tried to meet this new danger with effectual means of defence.
Sacks filled with earth were let down before the places threatened by the rams; firebrands were laid ready to set the machines on fire as they approached; boiling water, arrows, and stones were to be directed against the teams and drivers; and already the Goths laughed at the cowardly enemy when they noticed that the machines halted far out of the usual range of shot, and completely out of the reach of the besieged.
But Totila did not laugh.
He was alarmed to see the Byzantines quietly unharness the teams and arrange their machines. Not a projectile had yet been hurled.
"Well," mocked young Agila, who stood near Totila, "do they mean to shoot at us from _that_ distance? They had better do it at once from Byzantium, across the sea! That would be still safer!"
He had not ceased to speak, when a forty-pound stone knocked him, and a portion of the rampart upon which he stood, to pieces.
Martinus had increased the range threefold.
Totila saw that they were completely without defence against these terrible projectiles.
The Goths sprang horrified from the walls, and sought shelter in the streets, houses, and churches. In vain! Thousands and thousands of arrows, spears, heavy beams, and stones hurtled and hissed in infallible curves upon their heads; whole blocks of rock came flying through the air, and fell cras.h.i.+ng through the woodwork and slabs of the strongest roofs; while in the north the rams thundered unceasingly against the castle with ponderous strokes.
While the thick hail of projectiles literally darkened the air, the noise of breaking beams, the rattling fall of stones, the shattering of the ramparts, and the cries of the wounded deafened the ear.
The trembling inhabitants fled terrified into the cellars and vaults of their houses, cursing both Belisarius and the Goths.
But the horrified city had not yet experienced the worst.
In the market-place, the Forum of Trajan, near the harbour, stood an uncovered building, a sort of s.h.i.+p's a.r.s.enal, heaped up with old, well-dried timber, tow, flax, tar, and other combustible materials.
Into this building came, hissing and steaming, a strange projectile, and immediately a flame shot high into the air, and, fed by the inflammable materials, spread with the speed of the wind.
The besiegers outside greeted the pillars of smoke which now arose with cries of exultation, and directed arrows and darts upon the place, to prevent the inhabitants from extinguis.h.i.+ng the fire.