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Under Vesuvius(13)



Campania is the homeland of this dangerous sport. The funeral combats are enormously popular in Rome, but in Campania they form a veritable cult. These men were as fine and skillful as any I had ever seen, fearless and tireless as they fought in pairs, matching a man from one style with another of contrasting weapons: large shield against small shield; sword and shield against net and trident; spear against sword; curved sword against straight; even a man who fought with a sword in each hand against a heavily armored man with a small shield and a spear. Two teams of horsemen pelted one another with javelins.

Hermes and I, and the other men of my following, enjoyed all this immensely. Julia had chosen not to attend and forbade the women of our party to go. She said that, since women were forbidden by law to attend the munera, there was no reason why they should go to the sham fights. Of course, women went to the fights anyway and nobody stopped them, but Julia was a great stickler for the proprieties during those years. (In more recent years, the First Citizen has reinstituted the adult-male-citizen-only rule for the munera. It has not improved his popularity. Half the fun was seeing how excited the women got.)

In the box with us that day was a man whose dress and beard were Greek, and everything about him reeked of wealth. He took a keen interest in the fights and seemed knowledgeable about the fighters, for he knew each man by name, his style, and the number of his victories. When the two-sword man and his opponent came out, he leaned toward me and said, “Praetor, which of these two do you fancy?”

I could not imagine how a man bearing two offensive weapons could defend himself properly. “I favor the spearman. He has good armor and a shield. He can attack and defend himself at the same time. The other man can only attack.”

“That is the conventional interpretation, but there is nothing conventional about such a fight.” He smiled in that superior Greek way. “I think that, should you bet on the two-sword man, you will leave this place richer than when you arrived.”

“Who would take such a bet?”

The Greek looked around, then said, “Since no one else seems inclined, I will bet on the spearman myself. One thousand sesterces, five-to-one odds.”

“Five-to-one in whose favor?” Hermes wanted to know.

“In the praetor’s of course. If my man wins, he pays me a thousand. If his wins, I pay him five thousand.”

“Why would you bet at five to one on a man you think will lose?” I asked him.

He smiled again. “I am a sportsman. I like long odds.”

“Very well, then,” I said, curious to see where this would lead. “Done.”

We settled down to watch the match. The men saluted and then squared off under the sharp eye of a trainer. Other trainers armed with staves stood by, ready to separate the combatants should they get carried away and actually try to kill each other, a not uncommon occurrence among these spirited men.

The spearman wore a leather sleeve covered with metal plates on his weapon arm and high greaves strapped to both legs. His helmet had wide cheek plates with throat protectors. To defend his body he had a round, deeply convex shield. To supplement his spear he carried a straight, slender sword behind his shield. This was a type of fighter rarely seen in Rome but popular in the south.

By contrast, the other man was all but unprotected. He wore a light helmet and had studded leather guards on both forearms, and that was the extent of his protective gear. His swords were legionary type: twenty inches long, straight, broad and double-edged.

They looked to me for the signal, and at my nod the trainer shouted, “Begin!”

The two went at it immediately, with the two-sword man pressing in aggressively, forcing the other man back several steps and seeming, to me, to expose himself recklessly.

“A pair of double-edged gladii,” said the Greek, “means about eighty inches of razor edge. That is a formidable thing to face.”

I’d thought of that myself, but I was more interested to see how my man was going to defend himself from that spear, which had reach. This became quickly apparent. When the spearman thrust, my fighter used his left-hand sword to block while simultaneously aiming a thrust at the other’s face. And so it went through several exchanges; each time the spearman attacked, the swordsman used one weapon to defend, immediately counterattacking with the other.

This was what I had not anticipated. A soldier uses his sword to block only as a desperate measure. Clanging sword against sword damages both weapons. Swords are expensive, and you want to keep yours in good condition for the rest of the battle. Thus, soldiers depend on their shields and armor for defense, reserving the sword for attack against an enemy’s vulnerable areas. Swords are intended to cut flesh, not wood or metal.