by these very Etruscans whose armies they had often routed—­and thinking that such disgrace ought to be avenged by some great and daring deed, at first designed on his own responsibility to make his way into the enemy’s camp.  Then, being afraid that, if he went without the permission of the consuls, and unknown to all, he might perhaps be seized by the Roman guards and brought back as a deserter, since the circumstances of the city at the time rendered such a charge credible, he approached the senate.  “Fathers,” said he, “I desire to cross the Tiber, and enter the enemy’s camp, if I may be able, not as a plunderer, nor as an avenger to exact retribution for their devastations:  a greater deed is in my mind, if the gods assist.”  The senate approved.  He set out with a dagger concealed under his garment.  When he reached the camp, he stationed himself where the crowd was thickest, near the king’s tribunal.  There, as the soldiers happened to be receiving their pay, and the king’s secretary, sitting by him, similarly attired, was busily engaged, and generally addressed by the soldiers, he killed the secretary, against whom chance blindly directed the blow, instead of the king, being afraid to ask which of the two was Porsina, lest, by displaying his ignorance of the king, he should disclose who he himself was.  As he was moving off in the direction where with his bloody dagger he had made a way for himself through the dismayed multitude, the crowd ran up on hearing the noise, and he was immediately seized and brought back by the king’s guards:  being set before the king’s tribunal, even then, amid the perilous fortune that threatened him, more capable of inspiring dread than of feeling it, “I am,” said he, “a Roman citizen; men call me Gaius Mucius; an enemy, I wished to slay an enemy, nor have I less courage to suffer death than I had to inflict it.  Both to do and to suffer bravely is a Roman’s part.  Nor have I alone harboured such feelings toward you; there follows after me a long succession of aspirants to the same honour.  Therefore, if you choose, prepare yourself for this peril, to be in danger of your life from hour to hour:  to find the sword and the enemy at the very entrance of your tent:  such is the war we, the youth of Rome, declare against you; dread not an army in the field, nor a battle; you will have to contend alone and with each of us one by one.”  When the king, furious with rage, and at the same time terrified at the danger, threateningly commanded fires to be kindled about him, if he did not speedily disclose the plots, at which in his threats he had darkly hinted, Mucius said, “See here, that you may understand of how little account the body is to those who have great glory in view”; and immediately thrust his right hand into the fire that was lighted for sacrifice.  When he allowed it to burn as if his spirit were quite insensible to any feeling of pain, the king, well-nigh astounded at this surprising sight, leaped from his