The Legion - Scarrow Simon (электронная книга .txt) 📗

'Thanks.' Cato glanced down at his yoke. 'I suppose it would be bad form to call over one of the sentries to carry this back to the supplies officer for me.'

'Very bad form.'

'Shit… Well, in for a sestertius, in for a denarius.' Cato reached down and heaved the ponderous weight back on to his shoulder and walked with Macro towards the gate. 'I'll drop this off and eat, drink and have a rest. Then there's one final matter to attend to this evening before I'm done for the day.'

Aurelius looked down at the list by the light of his oil lamp and shook his head. 'These are all good men. I've known them for years. You can't have them removed from their posts.'

'Sir, they failed to complete the route march. They're out of condition. Some of them are so overweight they can't fit properly into their armour any more. They are a liability to the men under their command. When you lead the army against the enemy, those officers will fail to keep up with the army, as they failed to keep up with today's marching column. Who will command their men then? They will lack an officer when they most need one.' He paused. 'They have to be removed from the battle line.'

The legate let out a long sigh. 'It may be true that they are not in peak form but they have other qualities.'

'Such as?'

'Well, er, experience. They spent many years working their way up through the ranks, as I did. There's not much that they don't know about soldiering.'

'How much campaign experience have they had, sir?'

Aurelius frowned and lowered the list. He stared up at Cato. 'You're not going to let this pass, are you?'

'No, sir. You appointed me and Centurion Macro to take charge of the men's training. It is my professional assessment that these men are unfit for active duty. Of course, it would be a shame to humiliate them through demotion or dismissal from the legion. So why not redeploy them to your headquarters, or leave them here to command the garrison? That way they won't hinder their men, and you can make use of their experience.'

'And who will replace these men?'

'Centurion Macro has already identified a number of optios who are good enough to promote to the centurionate.'

'I see.' Aurelius fixed Cato with a cold expression. 'You have it all worked out, don't you?'

'I do my duty and serve Rome to the best of my ability, sir. That's all,' Cato replied evenly. 'In any case, you wanted the legion to be ready to march as soon as possible. The sooner these men are replaced, the sooner you will be able to wage war on the Nubians.'

'Yes. I suppose you are right.' Auelius picked up the waxed tablet. 'I'll have these officers reassigned immediately. Let me know who you and Macro have nominated to replace them as soon as you can.'

Cato nodded.

'Will that be all?' Aurelius asked.

The tone of the question caught Cato by surprise. It was almost as if their positions had been reversed and the legate was asking him for permission to end their meeting. For a brief moment Cato felt pity for the man. His responsibilities exceeded his capabilities and yet he was proud and determined enough to insist on retaining command of the legion and the auxiliary cohorts that made up his modest army. That might well become something of a problem, Cato decided. Aurelius would have to be handled carefully if the Nubians were going to be defeated. He had to be treated with a careful balance between deference and direction.

'Yes, sir. If I may have your permission to be dismissed?'

'Of course.' Aurelius waved his hand towards the far end of the pool. 'You may go.'

Cato bowed his head and turned to walk stiffly away. He had just passed through the colonnade into the adjacent courtyard when one of the junior tribunes came running through the entrance, breathing hard. The legion was Caius Junius's first appointment and he had arrived only a day before Cato and Macro. A study youth, he had the lighter complexion typical of a Roman. Junius was excitable and anxious to please. He hurried towards Cato as soon as he saw him.

'What is it, Junius?' asked Cato.

The officer struggled to catch his breath.

'Speak up, man!' Cato frowned impatiently.

'It's the enemy, sir… They're here.'

Cato felt a cold stab of anxiety. 'What do you mean?'

'On the far bank, sir.' Junius gulped down some more breath. 'They've attacked one of our outposts, sir.'

Cato glanced towards the inner courtyard. 'Tell the legate. Then summon the senior officers to headquarters at once. Except you. You're the duty officer at present?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Then once you've told the legate, and sent for the officers, have the assembly sounded. Every legionary and auxiliary is to be ready for action as soon as possible. Now go.'

As the tribune's boots clattered across the flagstones of the courtyard, Cato tensed his jaw. How the hell had the Nubians managed to move so fast?

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

'As good a fortification as any,' Ajax decided as he slapped the stone parapet at the top of the pylon. 'This will serve us well.'

Karim looked down at the thick walls of the temple, and the tall outer walls of mud brick. He had a good eye for a defensive position, nurtured during the years he had served his Parthian lord long before he had been captured, sold into slavery and encountered the gladiator. The temple was compact enough to be held by Ajax's men and the small column of Arab warriors that Prince Talmis had placed under his command. It was also unusual by the standards of most other temples in that there was only one entrance in the outer wall, and that was protected by a strong gatehouse. It was almost as if the place had been designed with a military purpose in mind, he thought. Just as well then that only a handful of priests had been inhabiting the temple when the column had arrived at dusk. Their bodies had been thrown into one of the offering rooms.

'Indeed, my General. The site was well chosen by our spy, Canthus. The Roman dogs will have a hard time taking it from us. Or driving us out.'

Ajax noted the wary tone in his companion's voice and smiled. 'Rest easy, Karim. We are here to act as a diversion for the Prince. It is not my intention to make a last stand. When the time comes, we will make good our escape. In the meantime, our orders are to tie the Romans down for as long as possible.'

Karim was quiet for a moment before he asked, 'Do you trust him?'

'Prince Talmis? About as far as I could spit him. However, it serves our purpose to aid him for now.'

'And his purpose to sacrifice us, perhaps?'

Ajax turned and smiled at his companion. 'Do you have so little faith in me? Do you think that I am blind to the possible dangers of serving the Nubians?'

Karim bowed his head. 'My apologies, General. I did not doubt you. Only the word of the Prince.'

'What is there to doubt? He has promised us nothing but the chance to wage war on Rome, and what spoils of war we may choose to take. I care little for the latter, though I am sure most of the men will be pleased to help themselves to gold and any trinkets they take a fancy to. No doubt Talmis considers that we were cheaply bought, but the chance to strike a heavy blow against Rome is all the treasure I seek. Before, we were twenty fugitives. Now the Prince has given me these five hundred men.' Ajax gestured down into the outer court of the temple where the black-robed warriors were tethering their camels in the twilight. The nasal groans of the beasts carried up to the top of the pylon, almost drowning out the shouts of a couple of men fighting over the ornate robes of a priest looted from the temple.

Karim stared at them for a moment. 'Let us hope they show more discipline when the time comes to face the enemy.'