“This part is pretty interesting,” I said, “if I understand it right. About a surprise attack.”
“Read me that.”
“Well let’s see. It begins, ‘When Caesar noticed that the enemy was remaining for several days
at the camp fortified by a swamp and by the nature of the terrain, he sent a letter to Trebonius
instructing him’—’instructing him’ isn’t actually in the text but it’s understood; you know about
that.”
“Sure. Go on.”
“ ‘Instructing him to come as quickly as possible by long forced marches to him’—this ‘him’
refers to Caesar of course.”
Finny looked at me with glazed interest and said, “Of course.”
“ ‘Instructing him to come as quickly as possible by long forced marches to him with three
legions; he himself—Caesar, that is—’sent cavalry to withstand any sudden attacks of the
enemy. Now when the Gauls learned what was going on, they scattered a selected band of foot
soldiers in ambushes; who, overtaking our horsemen after the leader Vertiscus had been killed,
followed our disorderly men up to our camp.’”
“I have a feeling that’s what Mr. Horn is going to call a ‘muddy translation.’ What’s it mean?”
“Caesar isn’t doing so well.”
“But he won it in the end.”
“Sure. If you mean the whole campaign—” I broke off. “He won it, if you really think there was
a Gallic War ...” Caesar, from the first, had been the one historical figure Phineas refused
absolutely to believe in. Lost two thousand years in the past, master of a dead language and a
dead empire, the bane and bore of schoolboys, Caesar he believed to be more of a tyrant at
Devon than he had ever been in Rome. Phineas felt a personal and sincere grudge against Caesar,
and he was outraged most by his conviction that Caesar and Rome and Latin had never been
alive at all ... “If you really think there ever was a Caesar,” I said.
Finny got up from the cot, picking up his cane as an afterthought. He looked oddly at me, his
face set to burst out laughing I thought. “Naturally I don’t believe books and I don’t believe
teachers,” he came across a few paces, “but I do believe—it’s important after all for me to
believe you. Christ, I’ve got to believe you, at least. I know you better than anybody.” I waited
without saying anything. “And you told me about Leper, that he’s gone crazy. That’s the word,
we might as well admit it. Leper’s gone crazy. When I heard that about Leper, then I knew that
the war was real, this war and all the wars. If a war can drive somebody crazy, then it’s real all
right. Oh I guess I always knew, but I didn’t have to admit it.” He perched his foot, small cast
with metal bar across the bottom to walk on, next to where I was sitting on the cot. “To tell you
the truth, I wasn’t too completely sure about you, when you told me how Leper was. Of course I