[Sidenote:  Marius marches for Cirta.] Here, wherever the place was, Marius was joined by Sulla with some cavalry; and having gained his end, he marched eastward towards Cirta, intending to winter his men in the maritime towns. [Sidenote:  Attempts of Jugurtha to surprise his march.] But the Numidian king had nerved himself for one last desperate effort.  By the promise of a third of his kingdom he bribed Bocchus to join him, and one night at dusk surprised the retiring army.  Only discipline saved it.  Like the English at Inkermann, the Romans fought in small detached groups, till Marius was able to concentrate his men on a hill, while Sulla by his orders occupied another hard by.  The barbarians surrounded them and kept up a revel all night, deeming their prey secure.  But at dawn Marius bade the horns strike up, and with a shout the soldiers charged down and dispersed the enemy with ease.  Then the march went on till they were near Cirta.  Again Jugurtha attempted to cut off the retreat.  Volux, son of Bocchus, had brought him some fresh infantry.  While the cavalry engaged Sulla, Bocchus led these men round to attack the rear.  Jugurtha, who was fighting against Masinissa in the front, rode also to the rear, and, holding up a bloody head, cried out that he had slain Marius.  The Romans began to give way, when Sulla, like Cromwell at Marston Moor, having done his own work charged the troops of Bocchus on the flank.  Still Jugurtha fought on, and fled only when all around him were slain.  The result of this battle was that Bocchus became anxious to come to terms.  Sulla was sent to arrange them.  But Bocchus hated the Romans, while he feared them; and fresh solicitations from Jugurtha made him again waver. [Sidenote:  Negotiations of Bocchus with Rome.] Soon afterwards, by permission of Marius, he sent an embassy to Rome.  The Senate replied that they excused his past errors, and that he should have the friendship and alliance of Rome when he had earned it.  Then ensued intrigue upon intrigue. [Sidenote:  Sulla persuades Bocchus to betray Jugurtha.] Sulla daringly visited Bocchus, and after some days’ hesitation, during which Sulla pressed him to betray Jugurtha, and Jugurtha pressed him to betray Sulla, the Moorish king at last decided on which side his interests lay.  The Roman devised a trap.  The arch-traitor was ensnared, and was carried in chains to Rome, where he was led in his royal robes by the triumphal car of Marius, and, it is said, lost his senses as he walked along.  One wonders with what relish Scaurus and his tribe, after gazing at the spectacle, sat down to their becaficoes that day.  Then he was thrust into prison, and as they hasted to strip him, some tore the clothes off his back, while others in wrenching out his earrings pulled off the tips of his ears with them.  And so he was thrust down naked into the Tullianum.  ‘Hercules, what a cold bath!’ he cried, with the wild smile of idiocy, as they cast him in. [Sidenote:  Death