He was a Consul of Rome at the age of 23. He would be Consul five more times, and dictator twice. And he lived to be 100. This is our small tribute.
Hello, this is Abel, speaking from Beijing, China. Welcome to my podcast.
The Tale of Rome, Episode 32 — Marcus Valerius Corvus.
The year 342 was hotter than others, and the legionaries garrisoned in Campania felt it firsthand.
Unlike the inhabitants of Capua, and other cities, in the soft and fertile plains of Campania, Roman soldiers lived with the hard life of a legion, as their job — given to them by means of their oath, was to protect the people, and to defend Roman territory, and not necessarily in that order.
And that was what the soldiers were doing — day in, day out.
Left there, to garrison the southern fringes of this new Roman land, they all fulfilled their duties, but inside they all wanted to be in Rome.
Where it’s not so hot, by Mercury!
While some of them left for Rome, where they would get a triumphal march, this group of soldiers from both Valerius and Cossus, were practically left all alone there, right outside of Capua.
Entertainment was nil. Contact with the locals was almost non-existent.
And so, very soon, these soldiers decided it was not fair that the people of Capua, a bunch of weaklings who could not even defend themselves from the Samnites, were having all the fun, while they — hard-working legionaries had to babysit them.
And, worse, they were not getting any of the fun.
In less than a storm needs to gather, and build up some dark clouds, the ringleaders of the two halves — the guys left by Valerius, and the guys left by Cossus, began to hatch a plan.
A plan of rebellion.
The Gaul almost fell right there, but he soon got back on his feet.
The black crow just wouldn’t go away!
An then, one second later, the animal made another attack, and this time he tried to get his beak into one of the eyes of the Gaul.
Valerius did not waste any time, and he crouched down, pulled his sword, and he placed the short sword between two ribs of the giant.
The huge warrior now had to worry about the crow, watch his eyes, and he had to fend off the boy.
Bleeding from his stomach, the Gaul ran towards the boy, but again, the raven began to flutter both wings in the face of the barbarian.
That’s when Valerius saw the opening for the second hit.
Another move, and Valerius had his sword half inside the giant’s abdomen, while the raven was still trying to gauge one eye out.
There was no need for a third hit.
The giant fell to his knees, and Valerius let his sword stay there, deep in the giant’s body.
And when the giant fell — face down, the tip of Valerius’ sword came out of the giant’s back.
Three long seconds of silence, and then the Romans began to scream.