I failed in this. Some other will succeed.
Yet they are right, in part. That day, far back,
When by the borderline I checked my steed....
Our spies had said the Parthian army lay
Encamped near by and ready for the fray.
We found no army; nothing but a track,
Thousands of footprints stamped in the red sand,
Where a great host had passed. A sudden fear
Seized on the legions and on every hand
The men shrank back.... No foe stood anywhere,