The Blood… ye Gods the Blood

THE SCENE: In an epic clash between the Goths and the Huns, the slaughter was so intense on both sides that a nearby stream literally flooded with gore, and forced wounded soldiers to satisfy their thirst with blood.

THE TEXT: And although the situation was itself fearful, yet the presence of [King Theodorid] dispelled anxiety and hesitation. Hand to hand they clashed in battle, and the fight grew fierce, confused, monstrous, unrelenting–a fight whose like no ancient time has ever recorded. There such deeds were done that a brave man who missed this marvellous spectacle could not hope to see anything so wonderful all his life long. For, if we may believe our elders, a brook flowing between low banks through the plain was greatly increased by blood from the wounds of the slain. It was not flooded by showers, as brooks usually rise, but was swollen by a strange stream and turned into a torrent by the increase of blood. Those whose wounds drove them to slake their parching thirst drank water mingled with gore. In their wretched plight they were forced to drink what they thought was the blood they had poured from their own wounds. Here King Theodorid, while riding by to encourage his army, was thrown from his horse and trampled under foot by his own men, thus ending his days at a ripe old age.

– Getica, Jordanes, 6th Century AD