would.â
âAnd then they go on to destroy Carthage,â Scipio said, grinning at Polybius. âWithout the interference of the Senate.â
Polybius cocked an eye at him. âSo what do you do, then? Youâve won the battle, and the campaign. But have you won the war? When are wars ever over? Do you return to Rome for your triumph and rest on your laurels, or do you capitalize on your victory and seek out the next threat to Rome, the next region ripe for conquest?â
âIt would depend on the will of the Senate and the people of Rome,â one of the others said.
âAnd on who was consul,â another added. âConsuls are in office for only one year, and if the next consuls see little in it for themselves they may order the legions to return to Rome.â
Scipio pursed his lips. âThatâs the problem,â he said. âThe constitution of Rome puts a lid on any attempt at a wider strategy.â
âConstitutions are made by men, not gods,â a figure with a deeper voice said. He stepped up beside Polybius, and Fabius saw that it was Metellus, a man closer in age to Polybius. He was already a serving tribune, at home on leave from the Macedonian war to recover from wounds; he already bore the scars of an eagleâs talons from his youth, where a hunting bird had missed his wrist and landed on his face. âRome has already changed her constitution once, when she got rid of the kings and created the Republic,â he said. âShe could do it again.â
âDangerous words, Metellus,â Polybius said. âWords that smack of dictatorship and empire.â
âIf thatâs what we need to keep Rome strong, then so be it.â
Polybius leaned his hands on the table, looking at the diorama pensively. âIt will be up to those of you here, the next generation of war leaders, to navigate the best course for Rome. All I would say is this. The course of history is not a matter of chance, nor a game in which we are pieces like these wooden blocks, moved about on a whim by the gods. In the real world, you are not the gaming piece; you are the player. You follow the rules of the game, yes, but you bend them, you press against them. The rules will not win the game for you: you must do it yourselves. History is made by people, not by gods. Scipio Africanus was not a slave to some divine will, but was his own master and his own tactician.â
âAnd what of empire?â Metellus asked. âCould Rome have an empire?â
âImperialism must be built on moral responsibility for the governed. Outrageous behaviour will bring retribution. An empire must not grow beyond the capacity of its institutions to manage it.â
âThen we have done so already,â Metellus said. âWe already have provinces, but we do not yet have the organization to administer them. We are an empire in all but name, yet Rome persists in behaving like a city-state. Something must change. Someone must rise above it all and see the future. As you have taught us, Polybius, history is made by individuals, and it is they and not institutions that cause change. That is what this academy is about. Itâs about creating future emperors.â
âI donât think that was exactly what my grandfather intended,â Scipio said, looking at Metellus coldly.
âShould we not look to the past?â one of the others said. âThe lessons for wars of the future are in the wars of our ancestors.â
Polybius stood back from the table. âThat is the Roman way, to feel that the busts of the ancestors you all have in the tablinae of your houses are constantly looking over you, guiding you,â he said. âBut sometimes we need to make our obeisances to the past and then shut that door, and look solely to the future. Studying history is about learning from the past, but not always about seeking a precedent from it. Strategy and tactics in war are built on