‘This is my fight,’ I said. ‘I have no desire to involve other kingdoms in my quarrel.’
‘Narses will muster a large army, Pacorus,’ said Orodes.
‘I know that, my friend. But we have beaten Narses before and can do so again.’
‘Except we had other kings with us then,’ remarked Domitus grimly.
‘Dura’s army is strong, Domitus,’ said Gallia,’ you have made it so. And we can call on Haytham’s help to swell our numbers.’
‘I will ask Malik and his scouts to accompany us,’ I said, ‘but we will leave the Agraci out of it.’ I looked at them all. ‘It is no small thing that we embark on but if we do nothing Dura, and me for that matter, will appear weak and helpless. Mithridates has made the first move in what will be the final confrontation between us. There is no room in the empire for both of us, therefore let us end it now and rid the world of the villain. Domitus, muster your men!’
Dura’s army was spread far and wide, not only in the camp west of the Palmyrene Gate but also stationed in the small forts that had been built to the north and south of the city. Each one held a garrison of forty men, whose duties ranged from policing the roads, maintaining the irrigation ditches and dams that controlled the flow of water from the Euphrates onto the land, to catching thieves and other criminals and sending them to Dura for punishment. They were also a visible symbol of Dura’s strength. Other, larger forts had been constructed at the extreme ends of the kingdom. Each of these held a garrison of a hundred horse archers who patrolled the borders and ensured no undesirables wandered into Duran territory. There were three such forts at the northern extremity of the kingdom, for that was where Dura ended and Roman Syria began. The Romans had also constructed forts on their frontier so each side watched the other warily, though in truth there had been no trouble with the Romans. There had even been a degree of fraternisation between Dura’s horsemen and their Roman counterparts. I had given orders that this was to cease — I did not trust the men of the Tiber any more than I would a cobra.
At the southern edge of the kingdom were two more forts, though there was never any problem there since south of them was Agraci territory. There were no forts along the long western edge of Dura’s border as the entire length of the frontier also abutted Agraci territory.
Shamash had blessed Dura with the Silk Road and the duties that were levelled on this trade route financed the army. It was common knowledge throughout the empire that Dura possessed two legions modelled on the same formations found in the Roman army. In addition, there was a replacement cohort that recruited and trained new volunteers to ensure that each legion was kept at full strength. The Duran Legion had been the first formation and had been assembled even before we had arrived in Dura. The second legion, the Exiles, had originally been composed of soldiers who had fought in the army of Pontus against the Romans, and who had made their way south to Dura in the aftermath of their defeat.
These legions were trained, organised and equipped in the Roman fashion but they wore white tunics and their shields carried the griffin symbol of Dura.
As well as the foot soldiers there were three thousand horse archers. Originally Dura’s horse archers had been equipped with helmets and mail shirts, but in recent times they had done away with the mail shirts and wore only loose-fitting white shirts with silk vests worn underneath. Each horse archer carried a quiver holding thirty arrows, but on campaign the horse archers were accompanied by a camel train equipped with tens of thousands of spare arrows. In battle it was the task of the horse archers to pepper the enemy with arrows, to harass and disorientate them, to weaken but not to fight them at close quarters. That was the task of the two legions that could cut their way through enemy foot soldiers and fight off opposing horsemen. But the jewels in the crown of Dura’s army were its cataphracts.
The cataphracts were men on horseback who wore scale armour — thick hide coats covered in overlapping metal scales that protected their torsos — steel leg and arm armour and full-face helmets on their heads. They went into battle armed with the kontus, a long, thick lance that was held with both hands. They also carried swords, maces and axes for close-quarter combat. Their horses were also protected by scale armour so that man and beast were encased in thick hide and metal. Each cataphract was served by two young squires who cared for his horse, weapons and equipment. They in turn trained to be cataphracts themselves once they had served their apprenticeships, thus ensuring that Dura had a constant supply of heavy cavalry. But cataphracts were massively expensive to raise, equip and maintain, and it was a source of pride to me that Dura had a thousand of them. All the cataphracts were billeted in the city, along with their squires and horses. The camels that carried their weapons and armour were stabled outside the city.
Domitus organised the muster of the two legions while Orodes organised the assembly of the horsemen. I for my part sent messages to the lords to present themselves at the palace. In every Parthian kingdom there were vassal lords who owed allegiance to their king. Often men of great wealth and power themselves, they were granted lands in return for tribute and the pledge of soldiers in times of war. In Dura the situation was slightly different. Prior to my arrival there had been no king in Dura. It had been a frontier kingdom belonging to the aged King of Kings Sinatruces. He had used Dura as a dumping ground for malcontents, rogues, troublemakers and the like, granting them great swathes of land that they ruled as demi-kings themselves, providing they could stay alive. Most did not last six months, being either killed by their own mutinous supporters or by Agraci war bands. Those that did survive fought off the Agraci and stamped their iron will on the land, building great strongholds to protect their hard-won gains. They tamed the land and fought off the Agraci. When I arrived at Dura I did not demand their loyalty but treated them fairly and as equals. In this way I gained their trust and now their sons served me as cataphracts. They now answered my call and came to Dura to hear about the coming campaign.
They were full of fire and enthusiasm as they gathered before me in the throne room, each of the grizzled old rogues insisting that they kissed Gallia’s hand before proceedings started. They loved her and she loved them back. They gave me obedience but she owned their utmost devotion. I suspect that many lusted after her, but all admired her courage and I sometimes wondered whether it was in fact she who ruled the kingdom and not me.
I rose from my chair and stepped down from the dais to address them as equals.
‘My friends, I thank you for coming to Dura. You will know by now that I intend to make war upon Mithridates.’
‘About time too,’ shouted one. This was greeted with cheers and the stamping of feet. I raised my hands to still the commotion.
‘We have fought many battles together,’ I continued.
‘And will fight many more,’ shouted another, followed by more cheers and whistles.
‘But I will not be asking you to accompany me on this campaign.’
There was stunned silence. Even Gallia looked at me with a perplexed expression.
‘I know this may surprise and disappoint you, but I cannot leave the kingdom defenceless.’
‘Defenceless against whom?’ asked Spandarat, a one-eyed lord who had accompanied Gallia back to Dura when she had been pregnant with our first child while we were on campaign.
‘The Romans in Syria,’ I replied. ‘I remember a time when the Romans took advantage of civil strife within the empire before, and then we lost a kingdom to them. I do not intend the same happening again.’
I was alluding to Gordyene, the land to the north that had been conquered by the Romans. I did not intend Dura to suffer the same fate.