"Our superior cavalry will rout their whole army before the infantry join the attack." And Labienus, the only officer who had deserted Caesar, protested that the opposing legions had long since been thinned of their Gallic veterans, that only raw recruits composed them now.
Loudly the councillors wrangled over the successor to Caesar's pontificate; Scipio, Domitius, and another great noble, Lentulus Spinther, all had their claims.

Domitius was clamouring against delay in disposing of Caesar, and in returning to Italy, to begin a general distribution of spoils, and sanguinary requital of enemies and neutrals.

The contest over the pontificate grew more and more acrimonious each minute.
"Gentlemen," broke in Pompeius, "I would that you could agree amongst yourselves.

It is a grievous thing that we must thus quarrel with bitterness, when victory is within our grasp." But the war of words went on hotter and hotter.

Lentulus Crus noticed that Pompeius looked pale and worried.
"You look careworn, Magnus," he whispered; "it will be a relief for the burdens of war to be off your shoulders!" "I know not how this all will come out," said the general.