The Gauls, who had so lately been at war with Rome, promised to join Hannibal’s forces. When he was assured of the help of the barbarians, Hannibal called his soldiers together and told them his plans.
‘The Romans,’ he said, ‘have demanded that I and my principal officers should be delivered up to them as malefactors. Soldiers, will you suffer such an indignity? The Gauls are holding out their arms to us, inviting us to come to them and to assist them in revenging their manifold injuries. And the country which we shall invade, so rich in corn and wine and oil, so full of flocks and herds, so covered with flourishing cities, will be the richest prize that could be offered by the gods to reward your valour.’
“I carry here peace and war, choose, men of Carthage, which ye will.”
As you know, Hannibal was the idol of his men, and when he had spoken a loyal shout arose. It was plain that his soldiers would follow him to death.
Hannibal thanked his troops for their devotion, told them the day on which they were to march, and then dismissed them.
He himself went to the temple to pray to the gods for the success of his invasion of Italy.
Day and night he brooded over his plans, so that even when he slept his mind was possessed by them.
One night he dreamed that he was in the presence of the gods of Carthage. The deities bade him invade Italy, and one of them, they promised, would be with him as his guide.
In his dream he and his divine leader then set out. ‘See that thou look not behind thee,’ said the god. But in spite of this command Hannibal looked back and a terrible dragon, covered with innumerable scales, met his gaze. As the monster moved, it dragged in its path, woods, orchards, houses.