The end of our trilogy of the sack of Rome. Brennus is history, and Rome is saved. We also get the best of news from Aeliana and Lucius.
Last week we saw Brennus and Quintus Sulpicius holding meetings to decide the fate of Rome.
Both sides were exhausted, both sides had dead piling up on a daily basis, and both sides had an ego larger than the Seven Hills of Rome, combined…
But here, one of the two sides had a slight advantage, and that advantage was the hope that Camillus would arrive with his troops, any time now.
In the meantime, I want you to imagine the city of Rome.
The Circus Maximus, which still only possessed some disposable wooden grades, had become a temporary morgue, and the stench coming from the place, let everyone know where the Gauls decided to pile up and and burn their dead warriors.
To make matters worse, that year had an extremely temperate winter — as if goddess Cloacina, goddess of Rome’s sewers, had decided to clog the drains of the city.
And it was as if Poena, goddess of punishment, and Tempesta, goddess of the storms, had decided to work hand in hand, and between the two of them, they decided to not to unleash a single winter storm during that year.
A storm would at least help get rid of some of the deadly particles, flying in the air.
Yes, the Gauls got the shorter end of the straw, that year.
From the cattle market, just south of the city bridge, all the way to the Porta Capena, in the southeastern corner of Rome, everything was burning, melting, and otherwise getting spoiled.
This was the Rome, that Marcus Furius Camillus was about to save, according to the version the Romans described.
Rome had no cure.
That’s right, after the citizen grabbed and seized bricks and rocks, and after they built their new homes, Rome was beyond any fixing.
Streets went in zig-zag, they crossed each other in angles that defied any logic, and even sidewalks were of different width as you would walk along one same street, depending on the whim of the homeowner that just built that sidewalk.