"My soldiers," Norbanus began, "today you have won a great victory, one that shall shine in the annals of Roman history. Twice I have led you against the armies of Carthage. Twice I have crowned your standards with laurel!" He paused to let them cheer. "Today we could have annihilated that army whose numbers were so much greater than our own. It would have been glorious. It would have been satisfying. But it would have been foolish."
His men were silent, waiting for him to explain this enigma.
"Suppose we had wiped them out. What then? A great mass of Gauls and Iberians of all sorts would have been slaughtered. Hamilcar would have ridden away on his swiftest horse, or perhaps he would have been killed, and to what end? Carthage would have suffered little, and it is Carthage we have come so far to destroy!
"Carthage is not like Rome! Carthage does not send forth armies of its best, of its citizens. Carthage is rich in gold, and with this gold Carthage hires great masses of foreigners, and if they are wiped out, Carthage suffers little for it, because the hired soldiers are doled out only a pittance until the end of the war, when they are paid off." His men booed and jeered at the idea of such unmanly warmaking, of citizens so lacking in pride that they did not take up arms to fight their country's wars.
"So we will let this failure, this whipped dog, go back to Carthage to conduct its defense. We have nothing to fear from this man, this unworthy descendant of the great Hannibal. So, as soon as his ships have departed, to be shadowed by my own fleet, we shall resume our march. We will go west to the Pillars of Hercules and cross to Africa. And when we cross, we march on Carthage. And when we get to Carthage, we'll have done something nobody has ever done before. My veteran legions, who have been with me since the Alexandrian campaign, will have marched clear around the Middle Sea, making it Our Sea once again. How does that sound?" He gazed around at their silent, stunned faces, and he broke into a broad, orator's grin, so that his teeth reflected the torchlight to the men in the farthest ranks.
"I know. Sounds like a long, buggering walk and nothing to show for it but the bragging rights, eh? But listen to me, and I will tell you how you will be rewarded and exalted over all other citizens. Have any of you given thought to what you will do after this war is over?" More silence, but he knew he had their full attention.
"I can tell you. We will celebrate a fine triumph in Rome. You will get a vote of thanks from the Senate and the people. And that is all. For so long have we concentrated upon destroying Carthage, that we've given no thought to what happens next. I tell you, my soldiers, that when Carthage is nothing but smoke in the skies and rock dust at our feet, the noble Senate will have no further use for most of you. You, who have given so much to the state, will have nothing!" He watched their expressions of puzzlement turn to concern, then anger.
"Yes, those who were on the first part of this march did well. There was plenty of loot to be had. But what of the rest of you, and the others who will join us in destroying Carthage? Is there land for you to retire to? Not in Italy! And why not? You know very well. When Rome crossed the Alps and retook Italy, the first thing the old families did was to lay claim to their ancestral lands, which comprised most of Italy! All the finest, most fertile lands of the peninsula went right back to those families that claimed to have owned them before the Exile! None was left for the new family men, the men those old senatorial families so desperately needed to take those lands back for them. They would cast you off like an old, broken sword as soon as they had no further use for you!" Now there were grumbles and shouts of protest. Behind Norbanus, his senior officers looked at one another uneasily. This was beginning to sound ominous. Was their commander going to propose war on the Senate?
"I will not allow this to happen!" Norbanus shouted, silencing the grumblers. "The soldiers of Rome, the very backbone of our new empire, must not go unrewarded! If you stay with me, if you swear an oath to support me against all rivals, I will force the Senate's hand. At my demand, there will be rich lands for all of you in Africa. We will not allow the old families, those senators who are already unthinkably rich, to divide up the former possessions of Carthage among them. Those of you who joined us in Italy, ask the men of my old legions what those lands are like. They marched through them from Carthage to Alexandria. They are lands as fine, as fertile and well watered as any in Italy, lands where grain and grape and olive grow in abundance. The natives are docile and industrious and will make excellent slaves and work that land for you." He watched their faces as they lit up with hope, with determination, with greed. He knew now that he had them.