Since the disastrous battles at Trebia and Trasimene, both Paullus and Varro, as co-consuls of Rome, rebuilt the shattered remains of the Senate's legions with new blood drawn from the ranks of Rome’s allies, and her own citizens. The numbers were staggering. To date, the consuls gathered, trained and armed a hundred thousand men. It was the single biggest force the Republic had ever gathered, and one of the largest the world had seen. With such facts, few in Rome felt the war with Hannibal could continue for more than a few more weeks, if that. When and if he decided to engage the Republic's legions, his small force of barbarian allies would be swept aside like pebbles against the waves.
Since Valerius' return weeks prior, Gaius had spent every day working his new recruits into a formable fighting force, which was comprised of survivors of both Trebia and Trasimene. No legion in the Republic's army was better prepared, which in of itself, worried both Valerius and Gaius. From what they learned, few of the new recruits in the other legion camps around Rome had been trained nearly as hard, or primed for battle. It seemed that their respective officers followed the consul’s thoughts that size mattered, and not the man. Regardless, the new Sixth Legion was shaping up to the equals of those that had already perished. That in of itself gave Gaius tremendous pride, giving he had a large part in making them battle-worthy.
Rome was sending its legions off with style as the two consuls were going to march their combined armies through the city in grand triumph to celebrate their impending victory. And with just an hour before the first column was to enter Rome, thousands of spectators had already gathered, filling the streets with anticipation.
Gaius took the opportunity as his men had already been readied, and wouldn’t be walking through the streets of Rome until the end — the famed and celebrated wolves of the Sixth Legion had a place of honor; he walked towards Julia’s home.
It had been several weeks since he had seen either her or Antony, at most in passing as Gaius attended some of Varro’ meetings in his home. He had few words for either during those occasions, but had no time to reflect with either about the day he returned to the city, shortly after Flaminius’ legions were massacred at Trasimene.
Then, unlike now, one would have thought the world was coming near its end. The city smelled of death: burnt businesses and homes lined every quarter of Rome, the bodies of hundreds of citizens stacked on overflowing carts — even the government brought to its knees. Now, life was as it had been. The city was alive with trade, business, entertainment and politics. Still, war loomed like a dark cloud. No one forgot that Hannibal was out there.
Gaius walked into Julia’s home. He did not see anyone, but he knew most of the house slaves would have been attending to their masters, who would be at the gathering near the forum. However, he knew Julia was still here. He had spoken to Antony the night before briefly during a late-night dinner with Varro and his officers, as he went over his expectations for the day’s event.
Without waiting to be seen, Gaius continued forward, walking toward Julia’s room, which was on the southern end of the large home, near the back, overlooking the garden outside. However, as he neared her room, he could hear another person speaking, a man’s voice which Gaius recognized as Paullus.
Easing himself into the next room, which was empty at the moment, Gaius listened carefully. He did not know why he was suddenly sneaking around. His visit was not unwelcome, and Paullus had full knowledge of him and Julia’s friendship. Gaius couldn’t stand the thought, at this moment, to be between the two of them.
Julia was on the balcony, while Paullus was standing behind her, his hands resting on her bare shoulders as he spoke, low, but loud enough that Gaius could make out his words.
Anger boiled in the pit of Gaius’ stomach. It nerved him to see Paullus’ careful embrace around Julia. He didn’t seem to be the titan he carried himself as around the Senate. Here, with her, he was tender, seemly lighter in her presence. Gaius knew what that felt like — he longed to be like that around her once more.
“Do not fear, my love. I shall return in due time. The campaign will not take more than a few weeks, at the most,” Paullus spoke in mid sentence.
Julia seemed to listen to him, but her gaze was kept far beyond. Even here the jubilation in the forum could be heard, as thousands gathered to see Paullus and Varro’ vast army.
“Are you so certain? Other men have gone, seeking a confrontation with Hannibal, and have not returned,” Julia spoke in a tone of fear.
“Don’t be so dramatic, Julia. The Republic has never gathered such men as the troops your father, and I will be leading into battle. We outnumber the barbarian three to one. I don’t think even Alexander the Great would have dared match iron with Rome’s new legions.”
“And when Hannibal falls, what then?” she asked.
“I suppose I’ll be going to Africa, with the men to finish what Carthage started. Fear not, I will return in plenty time to be married to you, when the gods see it favorable, and have blessed this family and the legacy we shall create, together.”
“I fear, Paullus this army of boys and old men might not hold as well as you, and my father believes. I fear, Paullus…” Julia’s words trailed off as she seem unable to truly express what was on her heart, nor was Paullus hearing any of it.
“Hush, my dear. It is not your place to think such things, not when they are well beyond your understanding.” Paullus’ tone was hard, but he held himself from speaking further, not before he steadied himself.
Paullus grabbed Julia and urged her to turn and face him.
“Or is it my abilities that you question?” he asked with a broken heart.
“I know nothing of military tactics or your abilities to lead men into battle. I only fear for my family — my father and brother’s safety, and others, dare to me.”
“Such concerns are not called for. The gods are on our side. I will not allow Hannibal or his ragged army to come within sight of Rome’s walls. By Jupiter’s sword, I swear it on my life!”
Paullus looked down at Julia, tilting her head slightly higher with his hand so that he may look into her eyes.
“When this is over, I shall return a hero, and then we shall be man and wife. That I promise you with my last breath, my dearest Julia.”
She managed her best smile, and if Paullus had known her better, he would have seen that she had lingering doubts that could not be overturned with a few careful words.
Paullus knelt down and kissed Julia softly on the lips. As he did so, Gaius fell back behind the cover of the door, his heart racing, and his face flushed with bitter jealously.
As Paullus pulled away from Julia, he did not see Gaius as he briskly walked down the hall, heading for the front of the house, and out into the courtyard.
Julia stayed where she had been, her sight once again fixed outside.
Gaius tried to steady his breathing as he glanced around the bend one last time. He wanted to leave. He couldn’t recall why he had come to see her in the first place, and now regretted that he had ever come at all. However, before he could step carefully beyond the threshold, Julia spoke.
“I know you are there, Gaius. Do not pretend otherwise.”
Gaius sighed heavily before he stepped into view.
“How did you know I was here?” he asked.
She smiled. “From the smell of your armor: the scented oils you use. You smell better than most men, I must say.”
Gaius blushed. It hadn’t been the first-time someone had said such to him. Now that he knew it gave away his position, he might have to reconsider his daily routine.
“I have not seen you for a while, well, at least privately. Why have you not come sooner?” she asked as Gaius joined her.
“I am sorry. I have been busy preparing my men. I would have like to see you more. I should have made a better effort,” Gaius answered, a bit flustered, only telling half the truth.