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Tarquin the Proud
didn’t like that much. He went to the
Etruscans and said, “I need your help. Rome threw
me out. They must pay.” The Etruscans said, “Sure, we’ll
give you some help. We’ll give you an army.”
Back Tarquin came.
Rome was taken by
surprise. The people who lived in the surrounding countryside fled
towards Rome as fast as they could. They poured across the narrow
wooden bridge over the Tiber that connected Rome with its farm
fields on the other side, seeking refuge in the walled city of
Rome. The Etruscan army was on their heels.
Inside the city,
the Romans were in such a panic, they forgot to destroy the
bridge, or perhaps it never occurred to them to do so. Led by
Tarquin the Proud, who knew his way around Rome pretty well, the
Etruscan army headed for narrowest piece of the Tiber, where of
course the Romans had built their bridge. Imagine their delight
when they discovered that the Romans had left the bridge for them
to cross. They would not have to swim the Tiber to reach Rome.
It was disaster.
If the Etruscans crossed the bridge, they would take Rome.
Horatius, a young
Roman soldier, called to his friends, “Come on! We’ll hold the
bridge while the others chop it down.” His friends froze. They
were terrified at the thought of facing an entire army. “Then at
least chop the bridge down while I hold them off alone,”
Horatius pleaded.
He stood on the
bridge and faced the Etruscan army alone. “Who among you is
brave enough to face a Roman soldier,” he shouted. The Etruscans
threw spears at him. But they were some distance away, and the
bridge itself gave Horatius protection.
Horatius stood
firm, fighting like a hero. When the Etruscans tried to cross the
narrow bridge, Horatius cut them down. Two of his friends rushed
out to help him. Behind them, other young soldiers were
frantically sawing at the heavy cords that held the bridge.
Horatius felt the
bridge give way. “Go back,” he shouted at his friends. His
friends raced for the protection of the walled city. It was
hopeless, they thought. One man cannot stop an army. Only the gods
could save them now. As the bridge began to fall, Horatius turned
and dived into the Tiber. The gods were with him. He swam back to
Rome safely, and received a hero’s welcome.
The Etruscan army
fell back. How could one man face an army and live? It was an
omen. They did not wish to anger the gods. It was true what they
said about Rome. It was a divine city.
Tarquin the Proud
screamed and shouted and carried on something awful. But nothing
he said convinced the Etruscan army to swim the Tiber and fight
Rome. The Etruscan army went home. And they never came back again.

When
the last king of Rome was overthrown in 510 BCE, over 2500 years
ago, the Roman people vowed NEVER TO BE RULED BY A KING AGAIN. Nor
were they. Rome went on to establish, for the first time in
history, a government by the people and for the people of Rome.
They called it the
Roman Republic.
Horatius
at the Bridge
Horatius
at the Bridge - retold by James Baldwin
Horatius
(A Poem, by Lord Macaulay)
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