He had earned himself the nickname adulescentulus carnifex, the teenage butcher. The elephants he had secured to pull his chariot failed to fit through the city gates. Spartacus had forged 70,000 men into a fighting force. If he had managed to discipline them more effectively he might have achieved even more. The revolt ended with a grisly row of 6,000 crucified slaves lining the road. The final assault on Spartacus had been led by an older man of more noble background than Pompey, who was furious at being upstaged by this young adventurer. He retained his army to make sure the Senate acquiesced. He had bequeathed it to Rome. The pirates were causing havoc. The pirates had been chased to their strongholds. Commands were there to be used not just to save the empire but to boost personal prestige and wealth and Pompey was determined to use his powers to maximum effect. Lucullus told him that he was like a vulture feasting on the carrion other beasts had killed. There were few legal restrictions on what the commander took for himself. If he kept his armies intact he was unchallengeable. This was how vulnerable the republic had become.