To them he thus harangued: "I who am the lieutenant of
Caesar, am yet violently excluded from the province which to me Caesar has
committed: not excluded by the legions (for by their invitation I am
arrived), but by Sentius, who thus disguises under feigned crimes against
me, his own animosity and personal hate: but with confidence you may stand
in battle, where the opposite army, upon the sight of Piso, a commander
lately by themselves styled their _Father_, will certainly refuse to
fight; they know too, that were right to decide it, I am the stronger; and
of no mean puissance in a trial at arms." He then arrayed his men without
the fortifications, on a hill steep and craggy, for all the rest was
begirt by the sea: against them stood the veterans regularly embattled,
and supported with a body of reserve; so that here appeared the force of
men, there only the terror and stubbornness of situation. On Piso's side
was no spirit, nor hope, nor even weapons save those of rustics, for
instant necessity hastily acquired. As soon as they came to blows, the
issue was no longer doubtful than while the Roman cohorts struggled up the
steep: the Cilicians then fled, and shut themselves up in the castle.
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