Scato

"I’m not called Scato because I was born on top of a nice spring of water, you know.

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They found the Italians completely surrounding it, Scato and his Marsi on one side, Samnites on the other.

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He retreated back to Teanum Sidicinum, leaving two thousand precious veteran soldiers dead on the field and Scato pushing on unimpeded toward Aesernia.

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"They were dancing with rage!" said Scato, grinning.

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Scato picked it up and rammed it crudely through the gullet onto a spear.

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"Vidacilius went mad, as far as we can tell," said Scato, a more delicate eater than his host.

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I do not even begin to understand this phenomenon called war, thought Cicero as he watched Sextus Pompey and Scato walking together with what looked like great affection, or going off to hunt the wild pigs which winter had driven down in search of food.

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It fell to Cicero, the only contubernalis left in the camp, to organize accommodation and provender for Scato and his troop; much to his surprise, the same men who had driven the Picentines into the mountains to freeze and starve now behaved toward the enemy in their midst with great hospitality, from Sextus Pompey down to the most insignificant noncombatant.

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Caepio accepted his joint command with extreme confidence, as he had beaten back a raiding legion of Marsi at Varia while Marius had been dealing with Scato along the river Velinus.

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When Silo was in the saddle again, Scato handed him the spear.

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