THE ILERGETES
An old and toothless fighter, in the lost city of Attanagrum, recounts to his grandchildren the tale of how, in days gone by, the tribe of the Ilergetes ruled over plains and hills beyond the Iber, between the sea and the great mountains. Yet one day the gods extinguished their power, and their people were sundered.
Some, who are now called Ilergavones, stayed by the pale beaches, earning their living from the sea. Others, the Red Ilergetes, raised cities between the great River Iber and the mountains of the Pyrenees. They have grown in power, nigh on to that of their ancestors. Their capital Iltirta (Ilerda), the City of the Wolf, is situated on a promontory upon the River Sicoris, and is surrounded by fruit trees and fertile fields.
To Iltirta and the other oppida of the Ilergetes come valuable commodities such as ceramics and weapons, and above all the knowledge of the Greeks, from the Hellenic colonies of Emporion and Rhodes.
The Ilergetes bend all the neighbouring tribes to their will; the Sedetani, Suessetani, and Ausetani. They plunder and pillage their lands, for they are a warlike people that rejoice in battle. They do not just fight as do the other Iberians, but also formed tight serried phalanxes, and thrust spear over shield rim in the manner of the Greeks.
Their valour is well known to their Carthaginian allies, to whose crescent
standard the young men of the Ilergetes have long rallied, while calling upon their god, Neto, to aid them. Wolves always run with wolves, even though they may have come from across the sea, in grim-prowed ships.
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