amphitheaters, circuses and other public buildings and fine stone city walls."
"How do they get rich?" Balbinus asked.
"You ought to see the roads," replied Proculus enthusiastically. "Droves of cattle and horses, great flocks of sheep, thousands of wagon-loads of sides of pork, hams and such, endless mule-trains, panniers full of crude iron and lead, yes, and silver and gold, too. The Danube carries fleets of grain and timber ships all summer; they go round by Byzantium."
"The people are well off by your account," said Balbinus.
"They are," Proculus boasted. "It is a cold country, but they will soon be as well-housed as people in Gaul or Britain and they have even a superabundance of clothing and food. Furs are good and cheap, wool and flax plenty. Everybody is well-fed, all the slaves are fat, no one poor anywhere."
"You make it out a fine country, if we can hold it," said Balbinus.
"Hold it!" Proculus cried. "We'll hold it forever. We'll push on beyond the Carpathians up to the Dniester."
"Where can the Empire ever get men for such a conquest?" Balbinus wondered.
"From Dacia, of course," said Proculus. "Dacia makes men. It not only will soon furnish
