Though he spoke in his local tongue, a member of the Aedui stood on hand as an interpreter and translated the Druid’s words for the benefit of the Romans.
“Liscus of the Aedui, the tribal council brings you greeting. As it is not your duty to host the gathering this year, we are not ungrateful for your cooperation in this matter. After the day’s discussion, we will provide fitting tribute for your hospitality. However, our business must come first. Not all of the tribes have chosen to attend today.”
For emphasis, the Druid turned and gestured to around a dozen empty seats with his staff. The absences had apparently not gone unnoticed, from the rumble of agreement among the chieftains. Fronto had paid no attention to that particular detail.
“With a powerful Roman army making waves in the centre of our land, and strong tribes both supporting and opposing this man,” a quick gesture toward Caesar, “some chieftains disapprove and feel they cannot in good conscience attend this meeting.”
Liscus nodded gravely.
“I understand, Aforix.”
The Druid nodded in return, his face still bearing a grave expression. He then turned to face Caesar. The interpreter was a little slower with his translation this time.
“Roman, I will state outright that I do not like you. I disapprove of your people in our lands. I think you bring us nothing and that you will take away our future. I do not think that you truly believe in your Gods. For me, this is unthinkable. However, I am not here today to defy you, nor to bring opposition. I come to represent that element that refuses to be here. I am not your enemy, but nor can I cannot consider myself your ally.”
Caesar waved his hand dismissively.
“I thank you for your candour. I have experienced Druidic welcome before, and I cannot say that I would expect anything else. We shall agree to disagree at this time.”
The Druid nodded once more.
“Despite my feelings, I have agreed to speak for all of the tribes in the first and most important matter.”
He gestured toward the Aeduan interpreter and gabbled off a long sentence in his own language. The interpreter turned to the Romans
“I have been forbidden from translating until I am given the signal to begin again.”
With the barest glance at Liscus the man nodded hurriedly. Fronto was impressed once again at the respect and awe these Druids carried among the Celts.
The man turned once more toward the chieftains and rattled off a long speech in his own language. A few chieftains quizzed him and he replied calmly in his deep voice. After more than five minutes, with a word, the chieftains all stood and slowly drew their swords. Next to Fronto, Plancus jolted to his feet, his hand reaching for the pommel of his sword. Fronto’s hand closed round his wrist and jerked him back into his seat and he whispered in the young officer’s ear.
“Don’t be stupid boy. If they were going to cause trouble, they’d hardly do it slowly and packed into a tight group. What the hell could they hope to achieve? Sit down and be still.”
As Plancus slowly turned a beetroot red, Fronto faced the gathering again, interested in what this ritual could mean.
At a further word, the chieftains plunged the swords into the dirt. Liscus rose and took a step forward, plunging his own sword into the ground in front of the dais.
Fronto leaned slightly closer to Sabinus.
“What the hell do you think that was all about?”
Sabinus smiled.
“I think it was some kind of vote. I noticed that a number of them changed hands with their swords. If you look, they’ve all grounded their swords either to the left or the right.”
The Druid turned once more to face Caesar and slammed the butt of his staff into the hard earth with a loud ‘crack’ that raised a small cloud of dust. Behind him, the chieftains all sat. With a quick nod to the interpreter, the old man once again addressed the Romans.
“It appears to me that you brought war to the Helvetii for your own personal reasons involving both hatred and ambition and few of those behind me differ in their opinion. However, we are not unmindful of the fact that the Helvetii are a warlike people, and had brought violence to the rest of Gaul. However unintentionally, you have aided the tribes of Gaul in your quest for vengeance. For that you have our thanks.”
Caesar directed a humourless smile at the Druid.
“Flattery indeed from one of the opponents of Roman involvement. Flattery, I feel, that is about to come with a price. Am I wrong?”
The tall Druid grimaced at the general. He clearly disliked the position he found himself in, and Caesar was determined to make the Gauls plead. The man once more addressed the General.
“As you are no doubt already aware the Germanic tribes have, for many years, been employed as mercenaries by Gaulish tribes when extra force was needed. In particular, during power struggles between those supporting the Sequani and Arverni and the Aedui.”
Caesar nodded.
“I have made it my business to know some of your history, yes.”
“It appears too much freedom has been given to these Germans in the past. In recent months they have not returned to their own lands across the Rhine. Indeed their leader, a man called Ariovistus, has brought more and more of them across the river. Where these Germans had once all but destroyed Aeduan power in Gaul, they now cause grief to the Sequani, for it is in their land that Ariovistus has settled.”
The Druid gestured to one of the empty seats.
“Despite all his power and authority, the chieftain of the Sequani is not here today. He is busy in his own lands protecting his people from these marauding Germans. They already occupy a third of his land and are making demands of more every day. Many of the tribes of Gaul feel that the time has come to request the aid of Roman forces. The Germans are a powerful people. They crushed the Sequani at Magetobria and took hostages. If they can defeat one of the most powerful tribes in Gaul so easily, we cannot do other than look for help from the victor over the Helvetii. The Aedui are diminished after many years of war, as are the Arverni. The Sequani have been smashed by the Germans, and the Helvetii by you. The four greatest powers upon whom we might rely: all gone.”
The mumbling among the chieftains behind him spoke volumes of how the Gauls felt at finding themselves forced to seek Roman aid.
“If you know anything of the Germans, Roman, and I think you do, then you know they will not be satisfied with the land they have taken. They will continue to conquer until all Gaul is their land and all the Gauls their slaves. Ariovistus is a cruel and vicious man, and once he has everything he needs, other German leaders will follow in his footsteps.”
The Druid gritted his teeth as he prepared to make the request he so hated to make.
“Caesar, in the name of the tribal council, and for the good of all Gaul, we seek your assistance in driving Ariovistus from our lands. Some hope that merely the threat of Rome will be enough to make him release his hostages and return to his own lands, but I fear that force is the only solution. We are a proud people, and will ask you this only once. Should you refuse us we will not beg. What is your answer?”