The strength of the East had gathered about them.

Jews, Armenians, and Arabians were among their auxiliary forces; Asia Minor, Greece, the Archipelago, had poured out for them levies and subsidies.

In the encampment were the vassal kings, Deiotarus of Galatia and Ariarathes of Cappadocia, allies who would share the triumph of the victorious Pompeius.
For none could doubt that the Magnus had proved his right to be called the favoured child of Fortune.

Had not Caesar been utterly defeated at Dyrrachium?
Was he not now almost a fugitive in the interior of Greece,--liable at any moment to have his forces cut to pieces, and he himself to be slain, in battle like a second Catilina, or to die by the executioner's axe like another Carbo?
Had not several delighted Pompeians just hastened away to Lesbos, to convey to Cornelia, the wife of the Magnus, the joyful tidings that Caesar's power was broken and the war was over?
Throughout the Pompeian camps there was feasting and revelry, soldiers trolled low songs deriding their opponents, and drank themselves stupid, celebrating in advance the return of the victorious army to Italy.

Their officers were looking forward even more eagerly to their reinstatement in their old haunts and pleasures at Rome.