‘I asked you about this gorge,’ said Macro. ‘Earlier you said it was filled with tombs.’
Hamedes nodded. ‘The tombs of the old kings, and their high priests.’
‘Have you been here before then?’
‘Some days ago, when I visited the temples on the west bank.’
‘I remember,’ said Macro. ‘Thought it was a bloody silly time to go sightseeing. Anyway, about these tombs. What can you tell us? If they’re anything like the temples that crop up all over the place, then they’ll be quite a sight, I should think.’
‘No, sir,’ Hamedes replied. ‘There’s hardly anything to see, at least from the outside. Just holes in the rocks, for the most part. They look more like cave openings than anything else.’
‘Caves?’ Macro snorted. ‘You expect me to believe your lot stuffed their kings into holes in the ground when they died? Bollocks. They slapped them in the heart of those pyramids we passed near Memphis. Told me that yourself.’
‘Some of them, sir. Many of the others were buried here, together with their riches.’
‘Riches?’ Macro’s eyes lit up.
Hamedes nodded. ‘All the accoutrements they would need to take with them into the afterlife, but fashioned in gold and decorated with jewels. Of course, the tombs have been raided by thieves over the years. Picked clean.’
‘Oh.’ Macro’s expression turned to one of sullen disappointment.
‘What are the tombs like?’ asked Cato. ‘How easily could they be defended?’
‘Defended?’ Hamedes pursed his lips. ‘They are just tunnels, sir. Cut into the rocks. There are scores of them. Some of them are little more than caves at the end of short tunnels. Others were cut deep into the cliffs with columned chambers. I took a torch into a handful of them and went as far as I dared. Ajax’s men might try and hide in them, as a last resort.’
‘Hmmm.’ Cato took a sip from his canteen as he considered the priest’s description. He tried to put himself in Ajax’s position. The gladiator and his men had a limited supply of water. If they abandoned their horses and tried to climb out of the gorge, they would be faced by a long march across the plateau then down to the desert before they could attempt to cut back towards the Nile. Even if they managed to evade the Roman forces on this side of the Nile, it was likely the heat and thirst would kill them long before they got to safety. On the other hand, if they hid deep inside one of the tombs, they would be sheltered from the sun and could survive for days before they were forced to emerge. If they timed it to come out at night, they might be able to slip past any soldiers still in the area looking for them. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed to Cato that his enemy would make use of the tombs.
‘If they do try to hide, it could take quite a while to find the right tomb, and even then we’d have to winkle them out. I doubt the prospect of spending that long hunting them down is going to appeal to the legate now that he’s set his heart on putting a quick end to the Nubians.’
Macro looked up. ‘You don’t think he’ll abandon the hunt? Not now, when we’ve got the last of them trapped, and Ajax with them, like as not?’
‘You heard Aurelius. He wants the army to march as soon as possible. He won’t want to waste time hunting down a handful of fugitives.’
‘I’ll not let Ajax get away again,’ Macro responded. ‘Not this time. I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll search every bloody one of those tombs until I dig the bastard out.’
Cato fully shared his friend’s desire to put paid to the rebel. However, there was no question of Aurelius giving them permission to spend several days searching for him. He turned to the priest and regarded him thoughtfully. This might also be the opportunity to resolve something that had been troubling him since he had first heard of Ajax’s escape a few hours earlier.
‘Hamedes.’
‘Sir?’
‘I have a job for you. I need someone to go forward and spy out the enemy’s positions. If they go to ground when we attack, then I must know which tomb they are hiding in. Since you know the place, you’re the obvious choice.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘You’ll need to make an indirect approach.’ Cato looked up at the crags and rocky outcrops that formed the sides of the gorge. ‘It’ll be hard going, and dangerous if you are spotted. Will you volunteer?’
Hamedes nodded at once. ‘Yes, sir. I have as much of a debt to settle with Ajax as you do.’
‘Of course.’ Cato half smiled. ‘I had little doubt you would agree.’ He turned to Macro. ‘Centurion, I want you to go with him.’
Macro raised his eyebrows. ‘Me?’
‘Two pairs of eyes are better than one. Hamedes knows the ground. You know how best to use it. Go with him and report back to me as soon as you have discovered which tomb the enemy are using. It’ll be hot work. You can both leave your armour behind. Just take your swords.’
Macro opened his mouth to protest, then puffed his cheeks and nodded. ‘As you command.’
Once the two men had struggled out of their chain-mail armour and rebuckled their sword belts over their tunics, Cato sent Hamedes to fetch some spare canteens from the nearest cavalry squadron. While the priest strode away, Cato addressed Macro in an undertone. ‘I’d have gone myself, but for my shoulder.’
‘I know.’
‘Be careful, Macro. Don’t take any risks . . . Keep an eye on Hamedes.’
The last remark caught Macro by surprise and he turned towards Cato with a puzzled expression. ‘What?’
Cato glanced at the priest as he was explaining his orders to the decurion of the nearest cavalry squadron. He faced Macro again. ‘I’m not sure how far I trust him any more.’
‘Hamedes?’ Macro shook his head. ‘What the hell are you talking about? He’s served us as loyally as any soldier these last months. Besides, you know his story. Hamedes wants revenge just as we do.’
‘That’s his story,’ Cato replied quietly.
Macro let out a sharp, exasperated breath. ‘You mind telling me what’s brought this on?’
Hamedes had secured two spare canteens and was striding back towards them.
‘I can’t explain now. Just do as I say. Go with him, find out what you can about Ajax’s position, and watch Hamedes closely. I may be jumping at shadows. I don’t know, but just watch him.’
‘As you wish. But I’m telling you, Hamedes is all right. I feel it in my bones. He’s no traitor.’
Macro stilled his tongue as the priest approached and handed him one of the canteens. Macro nodded his thanks and slung the strap over his shoulder, adjusted his sword belt and then looked at Hamedes. ‘Ready?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Then let’s be off.’ Macro surveyed the sides of the gorge and then saw a small cut in an outcrop that seemed to offer a steep climb up to higher ground. ‘That way.’
He was about to set off when the sound of hoofbeats echoed up the gorge. A moment later the legate and his staff officers appeared, cantering up the track. They reined in in front of Cato and the others in a cloud of dust and dismounted. Aurelius handed his reins to one of his orderlies and paced over to the three men who stood to attention.
‘The archers are half a mile behind me,’ Aurelius announced. ‘We shall put this business to an end before the hour is up.’
‘I’m not so certain, sir,’ Cato replied, and explained his intention to send the two men forward to reconnoitre. The legate dismissed it with a brusque shake of the head.
‘Out of the question. There’s no time for it.’
‘But sir, the moment we advance in force, the enemy will go into hiding. If we don’t know which tomb they use for cover, it could take us days to find them. Better to spend an hour or so now than risk that, surely?’
Aurelius was perspiring freely from his ride up through the baking heat of the gorge and like most of his officers he had had little sleep for some days.
‘You presume too much, Tribune Cato. I told you earlier,
I am in command of the mopping up. Not you. You have no right to issue orders for our men to hold position while you send these two forward on some pointless spying mission.’
‘Sir, I gave the order while we waited for you to reach the gorge. I did it because you wished to save time. You made it very clear that we must end this part of the operation as quickly as possible and march against Prince Talmis. Your priorities were very much in my mind when I gave the order.’
Aurelius sucked in a calming breath and frowned. Cato could see him struggling with the prospect of concurring with his subordinate’s judgement while at the same time retaining his authority. At length the legate nodded curtly. ‘Very well, we’ll scout their position. But not Macro. It was remiss of you to involve one of my most valuable and experienced officers in such a risky venture. When the time comes to face the Nubians, I shall need Macro at the head of the First Cohort.’
‘Sir, it’s precisely because of his experience that I chose Macro.’
‘Then you must choose another. Better still, I will find the man.’ He turned to his staff officers. ‘I need a volunteer to scout ahead.’
Tribune Junius took a step forward. ‘I request the honour.’
‘Done! Brave lad.’ Aurelius turned back to Cato. ‘Far better to give a fresh soldier the chance to win his spurs than lay additional burdens on the shoulders of those who have already proved themselves. See? That’s how a good commander does the job . . . Tribune Junius!’
‘Sir?’
‘Remove your armour and go with this man.’ He gestured towards Hamedes. ‘He will explain the details as you go.’
‘Yes, sir.’
The legate looked up. ‘There are perhaps four hours of light left. I shall give you two hours to return. That is when I shall give the order to storm the valley.’
For over an hour the two men climbed higher into the rocks that towered above the gorge. They proceeded cautiously as they worked their way towards the small valley at the end of the track, taking care not to dislodge any large stone that might start a landslide and give away their position. Tribune Junius led the way, occasionally turning to Hamedes to ask for general directions. Above them the sun edged towards the jagged summits at the end of the valley and the heat wrapped itself around them like a burning vice so that every breath felt laboured and even the occasional waft of air was warm and cloying. Soon their linen tunics were saturated with sweat and stuck to their skin.
Then, as they crested a ridge that sloped down sharply towards the track, Junius froze and quickly eased himself down against the rock.
‘What is it, sir?’ Hamedes asked in a hushed voice.
‘I see ’em,’ Junius whispered, frantically gesturing for the priest to join him.
Hamedes shuffled forward and peered over the rocks, down into the valley. There was a large outcrop above the final bend of the track and four men in black robes sat amongst the boulders, keeping watch. A short distance beyond, the track gave out on to an open space where the horses were hobbled. Dotted around the cliffs were several openings of various sizes. Two men, with shields slung over their backs and armed with lances, appeared from behind some rocks further along and strode towards the horses.
Junius and Hamedes watched for a moment longer, then the tribune gestured towards an outcrop a hundred paces further into the valley. ‘Come on.’
The two crossed the ridge as stealthily as possible, all the time watching the lookouts below for any sign that they had been detected. However, the Arabs’ attention was firmly fixed on the track and they never once looked up the cliff above them. The two climbed along the rock cautiously, testing every handhold and step as they went. It was exhausting work and by the time they had reached the outcrop they were forced to stop and recover their strength. They took some water from their canteens, and then crept forward on to a flat slab sticking out at a right angle from the cliff. The drop on the far side was sheer and Hamedes felt a twinge of dizziness as he looked straight down into the valley. The two enemy soldiers had reached the horses and sat close by in the shade, foreshortened into heads and limbs from the point of view of those spying on them. There was no sign of anyone else and no clue as to where the rest of the men were concealed.
Junius scratched his jaw anxiously. ‘We have to get closer. Somewhere we can see the entrances of the tombs more easily.’
His companion gazed down the cliff and then pointed towards another outcrop where the valley divided, a spur heading off into the rocks to the north. ‘There, sir. That should do.’
Junius followed the direction indicated, thought a moment and then nodded. ‘Right.’
They were making their way down the cliff when another figure emerged below them, striding towards the horses. Junius opened his mouth to say something then paused and turned to Hamedes.
‘Recognise him?’
Hamedes squinted a moment to be sure and then nodded. ‘Ajax.’
The gladiator stopped when he had a clear view of the horses and the lookouts in the rocks beyond. He cupped his hands to his mouth and called out, ‘Any sign of movement?’
One of the Arabs turned and called back in accented Greek, ‘Nothing, sir.’
Ajax was still for a moment, thinking, then he called again. ‘They’re coming. Sooner rather than later. Be sure to sound the alarm and then make every arrow count.’
The Arab waved his hand in acknowledgement and turned back to keep watch on the track. Ajax made his way over to the men waiting with the horses. There was a muted exchange before the gladiator turned away and returned the way he had come. As he departed, the two rebels approached the horses. The first man took the reins and patted the horse’s flank soothingly while his companion went round to the other side, drew his sword and cut the animal’s throat. It jerked back with a high-pitched whinny that was cut short by a strangled gurgle as the blood coursed from the wound and splattered the dust and gravel between its hoofs. It stood still for an instant and then its legs trembled and gave way and the animal collapsed. The pair moved on to the next horse, which stamped its hoofs but could not move far thanks to the length of rope hobbling it. The smell of blood and the terrified whinny of the first horse made the others afraid and skittish, and the rebels’ bloody task proceeded with difficulty.
‘Why do that?’ Hamedes asked.
‘It’s obvious. Ajax has no need of the horses any more. He doesn’t want them to fall back into Roman hands. Hello? Where’s he got to?’
Ajax had disappeared round a huge boulder dividing the main course of the small valley and the spur. They waited a moment but there was no further sign of him. The tribune drummed his fingers on the rock in front of him and then turned to Hamedes.
‘Wait here. I’m going forward for a closer look. We have to know where he’s gone.’
Hamedes nodded.
‘Make sure you stay out of sight,’ Junius continued softly, though there was an anxious edge to his voice. ‘Give me until the sun reaches the top of those rocks, then if I haven’t returned, get back to the column and report to the legate. Understood?’
‘Yes, sir.’
Junius edged forward, creeping through the jumbled rock on hands and knees, until he was lost from sight. Hamedes stared after him for a while, but saw no more sign of the tribune. Below, the two men killed the last of the horses and then retreated back to the shade, leaving the bodies amid dark stains and pools of blood where the flies and other small insects soon found them and began to feed. Hamedes glanced once more in the direction that Junius had taken and then cautiously made his way further down the slope towards the men.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
‘Are you quite certain?’ the legate asked Hamedes directly.
‘Yes, sir.’ The priest nodded. ‘I saw them enter the tomb. Ajax and some of his men.’
‘What about you?’ Aurelius turned towards Tribune Junius. ‘Can you confirm this?’
Junius shook his head. ‘I went in a different direction, sir. Beyond the plac
e where the priest says he saw this tomb. I went to the end of the track that led off from the main valley. I must have missed it,’ he confessed with a hint of shame in his voice. ‘Just as well that the priest picked up on it, sir, or we’d never have located them.’
‘All the same, good work. Both of you!’ The legate smiled at Hamedes. ‘I shall see that you are rewarded when the campaign is over.’
Hamedes shook his head and responded with quiet intensity, ‘Revenge is its own reward, sir.’
Cato intervened. ‘Can you describe the location of this tomb?’
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