Famous Stories Retold: Story 28 of 50
Symbol of Courage: His bravery allowed Rome to remain safe from the invaders, becoming a symbol of Roman valor.
Legendary Status: The story of Horatius has been immortalized in Roman lore and serves as an example of self-sacrifice and heroism.
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Step into ancient Rome, where tales of courage, loyalty, and sacrifice echo through the ages. Among them, the legendary feat of Horatius at the Bridge stands unmatched, a testament to the fearless spirit of Rome's defenders. As we look into this saga, expect to be fascinated by a story that encapsulates the essence of heroism, and provides a fascinating glimpse into the Rome of yore. Prepare to be inspired and awed by the determined valor of a single man, who stood against an army to safeguard his beloved city.
In the annals of Rome, a time came when its very existence was threatened by the mighty Etruscans. Their King, Porsena, had assembled an imposing army and started his march towards Rome with a grim determination. As the Etruscan army, a sea of horsemen and footmen, crested the hills to the north, the citizens of Rome found themselves gazing at their possible doom. The wooden bridge across the Tiber river was all that stood between the Etruscans and Rome. This bridge would become the stage for an extraordinary act of bravery that would echo through Roman history.
The Roman Fathers, the venerable lawmakers of Rome, were faced with a grave dilemma. If the Etruscan army crossed the bridge, Rome would be at their mercy. The Romans, being fewer in numbers, knew they could not confront the Etruscans on an open battlefield. The city's defenses were fortified, but the impending danger was real. Faced with this strategic nightmare, the Roman Fathers were at a loss for a solution. It was at this critical juncture that a man named Horatius emerged from the ranks of the Roman guards.
Horatius, a guard at the bridge and a man of remarkable courage, took up the daunting task of defending his city. Positioned on the far side of the river, he could see the Etruscan forces drawing near. Calling out to his fellow Romans, he commanded them to chop down the bridge with all the haste they could muster. With just two men by his side, Horatius confronted the approaching enemy forces. Armed with their shields and long spears, they held their ground, determined to keep the enemy at bay while their compatriots worked on dismantling the bridge.
As the Etruscan army advanced, it was Horatius who made a stand. He was not alone in his brave endeavor, for two comrades stood by his side. Together they formed a human barricade, their shields before them, and their long spears poised for battle. Their mission was not to defeat the enemy, but to keep them at bay while the Romans worked tirelessly to dismantle the bridge. Porsena's horsemen charged, but they were met with the unwavering courage of Horatius and his companions. Their bold stand allowed the Romans the time they needed, saving the city from imminent capture.
Just as the bridge teetered on the brink of collapse, Horatius made his final stand. His companions had retreated, but he remained, a solitary figure against the approaching enemy. He showed no fear, no hesitation as a dart from the enemy struck his left eye. Instead, he threw his spear at the foremost horseman and then, in an act of unparalleled bravery, leapt into the Tiber River. Despite being weighed down by his heavy armor, Horatius, the best swimmer in Rome, surfaced and swam to safety, evading the spears and darts hurled after him. His heroic leap not only saved his life but also ensured the city's safety.
In the aftermath of the battle, gratitude towards Horatius resonated throughout Rome. The city he had saved lauded him as a hero. Despite losing an eye, he gained a name - Horatius Cocles or 'one-eyed Horatius'. His bravery was immortalized in a fine brass statue, and he was gifted as much land as he could plow in a day. His tale was told and retold, a testament to his courage and a reminder of his heroic deed. "With weeping and with laughter, the story was still told, How well Horatius kept the bridge in the brave days of old."
In the annals of human courage, Horatius at the Bridge encapsulates the essence of heroism. His valorous stand, despite overwhelming odds, is a testament to the indomitable spirit of Rome's defenders. His daring leap into the Tiber underscores the depth of his commitment to safeguard his beloved city. Undeniably, his story echoes through the centuries, reminding us of the sacrifices made by individuals for the greater good. This tale of bravery and Roman history, etched with weeping and laughter, continues to inspire, reminding us of the heroic deeds that helped shape the Rome of yesteryear.
Once there was a war between the Roman people and the Etruscans who lived in the towns on the other side of the Tiber River. Porsena, the King of the Etruscans, raised a great army, and marched toward Rome. The city had never been in so great danger.
The Romans did not have very many fighting men at that time, and they knew that they were not strong enough to meet the Etruscans in open battle. So they kept themselves inside of their walls, and set guards to watch the roads.
One morning the army of Porsena was seen coming over the hills from the north. There were thousands of horsemen and footmen, and they were marching straight toward the wooden bridge which spanned the river at Rome.
"What shall we do?" said the whitehaired Fathers who made the laws for the Roman people. "If they once gain the bridge, we cannot hinder them from crossing; and then what hope will there be for the town?"
Now, among the guards at the bridge, there was a brave man named Horatius. He was on the farther side of the river, and when he saw that the Etruscans were so near, he called out to the Romans who were behind him.
"Hew down the bridge with all the speed that you can!" he cried. "I, with the two men who stand by me, will keep the foe at bay."
Then, with their shields before them, and their long spears in their hands, the three brave men stood in the road, and kept back the horsemen whom Porsena had sent to take the bridge.
On the bridge the Romans hewed away at the beams and posts. Their axes rang, the chips flew fast; and soon it trembled, and was ready to fall.
"Come back! come back, and save your lives!" they cried to Horatius and the two who were with him.
But just then Porsena's horsemen dashed toward them again.
"Run for your lives!" said Horatius to his friends. "I will keep the road."
They turned, and ran back across the bridge. They had hardly reached the other side when there was a crashing of beams and timbers. The bridge toppled over to one side, and then fell with a great splash into the water.
When Horatius heard the sound, he knew that the city was safe. With his face still toward Porsena's men, he moved slowly backward till he stood on the river's bank. A dart thrown by one of Porsena's soldiers put out his left eye; but he did not falter. He cast his spear at the foremost horseman, and then he turned quickly around. He saw the white porch of his own home among the trees on the other side of the stream;
"And he spake to the noble river
That rolls by the walls of Rome:
'O Tiber! father Tiber!
To whom the Romans pray,
A Roman's life, a Roman's arms,
Take thou in charge today.'"
He leaped into the deep, swift stream. He still had his heavy armor on; and when he sank out of sight, no one thought that he would ever be seen again. But he was a strong man, and the best swimmer in Rome. The next minute he rose. He was halfway across the river, and safe from the spears and darts which Porsena's soldiers hurled after him.
Soon he reached the farther side, where his friends stood ready to help him. Shout after shout greeted him as he climbed upon the bank. Then Porsena's men shouted also, for they had never seen a man so brave and strong as Horatius. He had kept them out of Rome, but he had done a deed which they could not help but praise.
As for the Romans, they were very grateful to Horatius for having saved their city. They called him Horatius Co´cles, which meant the "oneeyed Horatius," because he had lost an eye in defending the bridge; they caused a fine statue of brass to be made in his honor; and they gave him as much land as he could plow around in a day. And for hundreds of years afterwards—
"With weeping and with laughter,
Still was the story told,
How well Horatius kept the bridge
In the brave days of old."