A smile flickered across Longinus’ face. ‘That’s not a very constructive attitude. If we’re going to get to the bottom of this then you’re going to need to be a bit more cooperative, Centurion Macro. I’ve been in the saddle for the last two days, and since I have a province to run, I’d like to sort out this situation and get back to my duties.’
‘I’m sure you would, sir.’
‘I hope I don’t detect a note of insolence in your voice.’
‘No, sir. It’s just my way. I’ve been a common soldier for too long.’
Longinus stared at him closely.’Don’t try to mock me. I will not tolerate it . . . I understand that you have a certain document. One that you claim entitles you to dismiss the prefect I appointed, and to assume his office instead.’
‘That’s right, sir.’
‘In which case, I’d like to see it.’
‘Very well, sir.’ Macro indicated a small chest next to the desk. ‘If I may?’
‘Be my guest.’ Longinus leaned back in the chair as Macro strode over, lifted the lid of the chest and took out the leather case in which the scroll had been replaced to protect it. He flipped the lid back and extracted the document and then placed it on the desk in front of Longinus. The Governor casually picked up the parchment, unrolled it and scanned the contents. Then he placed it back on the table.
‘Well, Centurion Macro, and Centurion Cato, your credentials are impeccable. The document appears to be authentic, in which case you are fully within your rights to act as you did.’
Postumus, who had been watching with a faintly smug expression, started at this, and pushed himself away from the window frame.
‘Sir, I protest! You are the Governor of Syria, appointed by the Emperor himself. They have flagrantly defied the authority of your office!’
Longinus tapped his finger on the scroll.’By the terms of this document their authority supersedes mine. Therefore they have acted lawfully, and I’d be obliged if you’d shut up and wait until you are addressed from now on, Centurion Postumus.’
Postumus opened his mouth to protest, thought better of it and closed it. He nodded and stepped back awkwardly towards the window frame.
‘That’s better.’ Longinus smiled. ‘Now then, Centurions Macro and Cato, this is something of an unusual situation. It is not customary for officers of your rank to pop up in a far-flung province with the Emperor’s permission to act as you please tucked up your sleeve. So, I’d be grateful if you could explain what is going on here.’
Macro turned to Cato and cocked an eyebrow. It was an awkward situation.They had been sent from Rome to quietly investigate the Governor of Syria and their mission had been dogged by bad luck from the moment they had entered Jerusalem. If only Macro had not lost his original letter of appointment then this present situation could have been avoided. Instead, they had been forced to use the Imperial Secretary’s document and thereby reveal that they were acting directly on Emperor Claudius’ authority. Cato realised that there was nothing to be gained by denying the truth.
‘Sir,’ he said softly to Macro,’I think we’d better come clean.’
‘What?’ Macro shrank from the suggestion. How the hell could he just come straight out and tell one of Rome’s most senior officials that the Emperor suspected him of treason? ‘Are you mad?’
‘Centurion Macro,’ Longinus interrupted, then feigned a look of embarrassment. ‘I do beg your pardon. Prefect. I think it would be best if we spoke openly. There’s nothing to hide any more. I think you should begin by explaining exactly what you are doing here in Judaea.’
Macro swallowed. ‘All right then, sir. Since you want it straight. Narcissus had obtained information that you were planning to provoke a revolt in the east in order to gain reinforcements for your army.The same source then said you were intending to use your enlarged army to depose the Emperor and claim the purple for yourself.’
There was a long silence before Longinus produced an amused expression. ‘What an astonishing notion. I rather think someone must have been playing a joke on our friend Narcissus.’
‘Then he’s not seeing the funny side of it, sir. That’s why we were sent out here. To see if that’s what you are planning to do.’
‘And what is your conclusion?’
Macro cleared his throat. He had not felt so nervous in a long time. ‘From what we’ve seen so far, I’d say that your conduct would seem to support the accusations being made against you.’
‘Would you now?’ Longinus responded tonelessly. ‘If that’s what you think, then you’d better be able to justify your conclusions. Because if you can’t then you’re going to make Narcissus look a fool. In that case I would not like to be in your boots. So what evidence have you got against me, Macro?’ Before Macro could respond Longinus held up his hand to silence him, and continued. ‘Let me tell you what you have got. Nothing. Nothing more than suspicion and coincidence.There are no documents to back up your version of events. And no witnesses.’
‘No?’ Macro smiled.’What about Postumus there? I’m sure that Narcissus has men who are more than capable of getting information out of him.’
‘Assuming he was still around to be interrogated.’ Longinus smiled back, and then glanced towards Postumus. ‘I mean, of course, that he might flee, or go into hiding before he could be questioned.’
‘I’m sure that’s what you meant,’ said Macro.’After all, you wouldn’t want to dispose of such a loyal servant.’
‘Quite. So where does that leave us?’
There was another silence as Macro pondered the question. There was no firm evidence against the Governor and everyone in the room knew it. Just as they knew it was clear that he had been plotting against the Emperor. It was Cato who spoke first.
‘What if we accept for the moment that Narcissus cannot move against you?’
Longinus raised his eyebrows. ‘What if we do?’
‘The very fact that we were sent out to investigate the situation means that he must have some grounds for suspecting you, and he will be taking every precaution to ensure that he undermines any plan you might make to turn against the Emperor.’
‘So?’
‘So there’s no chance that you will be given any reinforcements. No matter how much you present the situation as dangerous to Roman interests, Narcissus will not send you extra forces. In which case, any plot there might have been would be doomed to failure. Wouldn’t you agree, sir?’
‘Maybe. Assuming such a plot existed.’
‘On that basis, there is still some advantage to be wrung out of the situation.’
Longinus stared at Cato, and then made an open gesture with his hands. ‘Please explain yourself.’
‘Yes, sir.’ Cato concentrated for a moment and then spoke again. ‘You already know the danger we face from Bannus. If his uprising spreads beyond this immediate area, then the whole province of Judaea could turn on Rome. What you may not know is that we have heard rumours that Parthia has offered to assist Bannus. With weapons, maybe even with men as well. If that is the case, then the stakes are even higher. Apart from having to crush the revolt in Judaea you would need to confront the Parthians and persuade them to withdraw their aid. If they had any doubts about your loyalty to the Emperor, the presence of a maverick Roman general on their borders might cause a diplomatic confrontation that Parthia might use to trigger a new war with Rome, sir.’ Cato paused for an instant, worried that he had given his imagination too free a rein. ‘At least it’s a possibility, sir.’
‘It’s more than a possibility.’ Longinus frowned. ‘My spies have been reporting that Parthian troops have been spotted moving up the bank of the Euphrates towards Palymra. Their ambassador says they are carrying out exercises. It could be an unfortunate coincidence.’
‘It could be, sir. But it would be rash not to make preparations to counter the threat.’
‘If there is a threat. How could they know about Bannus’ planned uprising?’
‘I’
m sure they have spies just as we do, sir.’
‘You said there was some advantage to be gained,’ Longinus reminded him.
‘Yes, sir. If you send us reinforcements to help find and destroy Bannus, then the danger in Judaea can be averted. That leaves you free to confront Parthia.A strong show of force should discourage them from breaking the peace. When everything has settled back down, you can report your achievements to the Emperor and the Senate. I’d say they will regard you as something of a hero. Certainly enough to remove any doubts over your loyalty, sir.’
Longinus considered the prospect Cato had envisaged for him, and then looked at the young officer with a cool smile. ‘You have a devious mind, Centurion Cato. I would hate to have you as a political opponent. Worse still, as one of Narcissus’ lieutenants. Then you would truly be a man to be wary of.’
‘I’m a soldier, sir,’ Cato replied stiffly. ‘That’s all.’
‘That’s what you say, but this document gives the lie to that.There’s far more to you and Macro than meets the eye. But no matter.’ Longinus tapped his fingers on the desk for a moment and then nodded. ‘Very well, let’s do as you suggest. But there’s one thing that still puzzles me.’
‘Sir?’
‘I’ll accept that the Parthians could have got some intelligence about Bannus, but how could they come to know of Narcissus’ suspicions about me? They would have to have spies right in the heart of the imperial service. That, or spies on my staff . . .’ A brief startled look flashed across the Governor’s face, but before he could continue there was a strident blaring from a trumpet, the notes blasting out across the fort from the direction of the west-facing gatehouse.
Longinus looked at Macro. ‘What’s that?’
‘The alarm signal, sir.’ Macro turned to Cato.’We have to go.’
‘Wait!’ Longinus rose from behind the desk. ‘I’m coming too. And you, Postumus.’
Outside, men were still tumbling from the barracks, clutching equipment as they hurried to take up their positions along the walls of the fort. They stood aside to let the officers trot past and Macro and the others reached the watchtower sweating and breathing heavily. On both sides the auxiliary troops were forming up in sections, sun glinting off their polished helmets as they fastened or adjusted the last items of equipment and then raised their shields and waited for orders. Several sections had been armed with compound bows and they were hurriedly stringing them, one end braced against a boot as the men strained to bend back the other end and attach the loop of the bowstring. The officers in the tower lined the parapet and stared out along the track to where, some distance off, a handful of mounted men were galloping towards the fort. Behind them raced a much larger force.
‘Who the hell are they?’ asked Longinus.
The two parties of horsemen were still too far away to be certain but as they approached the fort Cato strained his eyes and made out enough details to recognise them for what they were.
‘It’s one of our patrols.’ He turned away, hurried across the tower and called down to the section of soldiers at the gate. ‘Open up! Those are our men in front.’
Macro had also summed up the situation, and was issuing orders to the officers on the wall. ‘Get some archers ready to cover the patrol! Shoot the moment those bastards behind our men are in range!’
As Macro and Cato returned to the Governor’s side, Longinus turned to them and asked, ‘So who are those men pursuing your patrol?’
Cato felt a chill feeling in the nape of his neck as he replied. ‘I think they’re Parthians, sir.’
07 The Eagle In the Sand
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
‘Parthians?’ Longinus stared back at him. ‘Nonsense! How could they be Parthians? Have you ever seen one?’
‘No, sir,’ Cato admitted. ‘I’ve read about them. Heard them described.’
Longinus sniffed with contempt and the officers turned back to watch the desperate chase across the desert towards the fort. As the horsemen drew nearer Centurion Postumus glanced at Cato before saying quietly, ‘I’m afraid they are Parthians, sir.’
They were clearly visible now and all those in the gatehouse could plainly see the conical helmets and the saddle tassels flapping in the wind. Every so often one of the riders would take careful aim with a bow and loose an arrow after the fleeing survivors of the Roman patrol. But the range was long and the horses galloping at full stretch and only one of the arrows found its mark as the officers in the tower looked on. One of the horses suddenly reared, nearly throwing its rider, and Cato saw the dark shaft of the arrow protruding from a hind leg. As the horse stamped, the shaft caught on the other leg and was ripped out in a bright gush of blood. A major blood vessel must have been severed for the blood continued to spurt from the wound as the rider tried in vain to spur his mount on towards the fort. After several increasingly faltering steps the horse’s legs buckled and it sank on to its chest. The rider quickly dismounted and turned to face his pursuers, crouching behind his shield as he drew his sword. They came on, and at the last moment flowed round the man and his dying horse. There was a brief flurry of arrow shafts and the auxiliary spun round under the impacts, and crumpled to the ground.
A deep groan rose up in the throats of the men on the wall and Macro cupped a hand to his mouth and called down to them. ‘Archers! Don’t just stand there! Hit ‘em - soon as they’re in bowshot!’
Those men who had already notched their first arrow braced their legs apart, leaned back and drew their bows, adjusting the angle to get the maximum range.Then they waited a moment, until the Roman patrol was close enough to the fort to ensure that the arrows would pass over them. The first man released his bowstring and the shaft shot high into the air, arcing up into the clear blue sky before it seemed to hang a moment and began to fall to earth. From where Cato stood it seemed that it would surely fall amongst the men of the patrol pounding towards the fort. He gritted his teeth as the arrow plummeted down. Only at the last moment was it clear that it had overshot the patrol, and it struck the ground just ahead of their pursuers with a small explosion of sand and dust.
‘The range is good!’ Macro shouted. ‘Let ‘em have it!’
More shafts flitted up into the sky and when they fell they were right on target. Cato saw one of the pursuers struck in the face and the man threw his hands up and tumbled off the back of his horse, disappearing under the hooves of the beasts galloping behind. A thin cry cut through the air and the Parthians instantly dispersed, swerving out to both sides to present a more difficult target to the Roman archers. But they had lost their prey. The gate was open and the surviving men from the patrol charged towards it, careering through the arch into the safety of the fort beyond.
‘Close the gate!’ Macro bellowed an instant later and the hinges grated and then the gate slammed into place with a thud that could be clearly felt in the tower above. At once the Parthians wheeled their mounts round, and then tore off back into the desert and out of range of the archers on the walls. Cato watched them go for a moment and then turned to the other officers.
‘I think the situation’s just become a lot more serious.’
‘Parthians,’ Longinus muttered. ‘Bloody Parthians. Always the bloody Parthians.’
Macro gestured to Cato. ‘Come on. We have to speak to the men from that patrol.’
They climbed down from the tower and joined the cluster of men surrounding the survivors of the patrol and their mounts. The horses’ coats were stained with sweat and streaks of foam and their flanks heaved as they snorted. Macro thrust one of the men aside.
‘Make way! Make way there!’
The soldiers quickly parted for the officers and a moment later they were standing in front of the decurion who had been leading the patrol.The decurion’s arm was slashed and a medical orderly was holding the sides of the cut together while another tied a length of bandage round the injury. They paused at the sight of Macro, unable to stand to attention without interrupting their t
ask. He nodded at them to continue before he turned to the decurion.
‘Make your report.’
‘Yes, sir.’ He glanced at Cato. ‘We watched those villages we were assigned to cover. I had five men on each. We saw nothing untoward the whole time. Then, when I gathered my men up yesterday afternoon to return to the fort, we saw a dust cloud, away to the north, coming out of the hills. Heading this way.’
‘Hills?’ Cato cut in. ‘Which hills?’
‘Near Heshbon, sir. I decided to investigate. It would take quite a lot of men or animals to make that much dust. So we rode closer until I could make out the details. It was an army, sir.Thousands of men, hundreds mounted and what looked like a baggage train at the rear, although I couldn’t see it clearly. That was when their scouts spotted us. Next thing I knew they were coming at us from all directions, shooting arrows. That’s when I realised the mounted fellows were Parthians. They cut most of my men down, but me and these others managed to find a gully and rode through them in the dusk. We carried on through the night, and headed back to the fort. They caught up with us a few miles back.’ He shrugged.
Macro stared at him for a moment and then clapped him on the uninjured arm. ‘Carry on, decurion. See to your men as soon as that wound’s dressed. Get ‘em fed and get ‘em rested.’
‘Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.’
Macro drew Cato away from the men, under the gatehouse, and lowered his voice. ‘Coming for us do, you think?’
‘I’m sure of it. Bannus needs a victory, to prove that he can beat Roman soldiers.The villages round here only need the slightest excuse to go over to him. He destroys us and they’ll swarm to his side.’
‘But why us? Why not start with a smaller outpost?’
‘We’re as far from any large force of Roman troops as you can get in this region. He can easily cut us off from supplies and reinforcements. At the same time, we can only escape by cutting our way through him. There’s nothing but desert in the other direction.’
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