PAllas stood up, fuming.
Where are our consuls? Shouldn't THEY be here to at least give us an idea of what the front is like? Their term has come to an end, let them return to us and show us what has occured on the front. We have had no word from them for months! This is beginning to seem ridiculous!
I have returned to these halls with clear cut evidence of the Calabrian treachery and threat to our Republic, and this, THIS is how the warning is received? Instead of vigilance, this Senate responds with a defense towards the Calabrians! How many of you are in those men's pocketbooks? How many of you are traitors to the Republic! You speak of honor towards a people hostile at us. There is no honor between enemies, no pacts between lions and sheep. What we Romans carve from this world we carve through war! Have you all, decadent men forgotten what Father Anchises said to Great Aeneas in the Underworld of Roman values in this world? Have you forgotten the oath that Aeneas swears his children will uphold? To war down the proud and spare the conquered.
I see no conquered men in Cannae. I see instead, a greedy city intending on snuffing out the light that is Rome, a city that has entered into full agreement with Pyrrhus against us. A city that gave not the help it promised us nor the support we demanded of it. I see a city who sneers upon us from their perfumed noses and their corpulent lips dripping with fat. I see a city that dare to think it can out-match Rome and the World in military prowess, a city that is ruled by hubris and hubris alone. The men in Cannae, no they are not men! They are dogs, rabid and diseased. They do not respect the friendship that Rome had too kindly offered. We had no reinforcement from them when we relieved their siege for them.
THEIR siege, Senators, WE relieved THEIR siege. We have seen their war banners atop those battlements, gauged their strength, and realized that they were more than capable of destroying Pyrrhus. Yet it was us who fought and bled on Calabrian soil for the benefits of Cannae. How long will that city continue to mock us? How long until those dogs behind those walls continue to tear at our flesh, inflicting wounds day by day until we can no longer resist their fangs?
But more importantly, how long will these men who are in the emloyment of Cannae continue to protect that city within these hallowed halls? How long will our Republic be misguided by these men? How long until we find those traitors and hurl them from the Tarpeian Rock as they so deserve?