1The Moor, long turning this over in his mind, at last promised; 1but whether he hesitated deceitfully or sincerely, we have not discovered. 1But for the most part the wishes of kings, as they are violent, so they are fickle, and often contrary to themselves. 2Afterwards, when a time and place had been fixed for coming to a conference about peace, Bocchus addressed now Sulla, now Jugurtha's envoy, treated them kindly and made the same promises to both. 2They were equally glad and full of good hope. 3But on the night which was the last before the day fixed for the conference, the Moor, having summoned his friends and then at once, changing his mind, sent them away, is said to have debated much with himself, changing in face and eyes as well as in mind; 3and these, of course, are said to have revealed the secrets of his heart, though he himself was silent.
4Yet in the end he orders Sulla to be summoned and, following his advice, lays a trap for the Numidian. 5Then, when the day came and it was announced to him that Jugurtha was not far away, he goes forward with a few friends and our quaestor, as if to meet him as a mark of honour, on to a mound very easily seen by those lying in ambush. 6The Numidian comes to the same place with most of his close friends, unarmed, as had been agreed, and at once, at a given signal, he is attacked from the ambush on all sides at once. 7The rest were cut down; Jugurtha is handed over in chains to Sulla, and by him was brought to Marius.