TALES OF THE ROMANS
“Romans,” he said, “all is not lost, in spite of so many having died. I have returned to do what I can to help the city.”
Fabius was among the crowd. And he and the other rulers said:
“Varro, we praise you because you do not despair of the fortunes of Rome.”
No, whatever happened, the people of this proud city did not altogether lose heart. And much of their confidence was due to Fabius. He was seen in the streets, walking in a quiet and easy manner as if nothing dreadful had happened. His face was calm, his voice had no trembling in it. At the gates he placed guards who should prevent citizens from fleeing away in sudden panic. When he took the field again he kept up the same tactics (or plan) by avoiding any big battle and hanging at the rear and sides of Hannibal's army. And he succeeded in winning back several strong cities that had been captured by the Africans.
When Fabius was old he was pleased at his son being chosen consul.
One day the consul was at a public assembly. Old Fabius, riding on a horse, came near to speak to his son. But, according to the laws of Rome, no mounted men might come near a consul. When the consul saw his father on horseback, he called to him one of his lictors. You remember,
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