She was not to be diverted even by ardent courtiers who were sent to
her, and who lay in wait ready with amorous sighs—she scorned them
all.

Yet she was a woman still, and in her dreams she saw the coming
prince.

She was banished from Alexandria.

A few friends followed her, and an army was formed to force from the
enemy her rights.

But other things were happening—a Roman army came leisurely drifting
in with the tide and disembarked at Alexandria. The Great Cæsar
himself was in command—a mere holiday, he said. He had intended to
join the land forces of Mark Antony and help crush the rebellious
Pompey, but Antony had done the trick alone; and only a few days
before, word had come that Pompey was dead.

Cæsar knew that civil war was on in Alexandria, and being near he
sailed slowly in, sending messengers on ahead warning both sides to
lay down their arms.

With him was the far-famed invincible Tenth Legion that had ravished
Gaul. Cæsar wanted to rest his men and, incidentally, to reward them.
They took possession of the city without a blow.

Cleopatra’s troops laid down their arms, but Ptolemy’s refused. They
were simply chased beyond the walls, and their punishment for the time
being was deferred.