Glancing at the rest of the Eighth as they moved in, he realised that Balventius wasn’t alone. The legion screamed and roared like the crowd at an amphitheatre as they hurtled in an unruly mass toward the wagons. Even the signifers were running, bloodlust contorting their faces.
It struck him again how much good the campaign was doing his legion after their long sojourn in Massilia. He sighed, flicked the point of his sword with his thumbnail, and placed his helmet on his head. Ah well. If he was going to go today, nothing he could do about it. Time to join the lunatics.
As he turned and charged, his shouts were lost among those of his men.
Chapter 12
(The Aedui town of Bibracte)
“ Praetorium: The area in the centre of a temporary camp reserved for the tent of the commander and where the legion’s eagle and the signifers’ standards were grounded.”
“ Immunes: Soldiers excused from routine legionary duties as they possessed specialised skills which qualified them for other duties.”
The staff officers, legates and military tribunes sat in the command tent facing the General. Caesar wore the same self-righteous smile that had graced his visage since the middle of the night, when the last of the Helvetii on the field had surrendered and the legions had stood down from battle status. Fronto kept having to avert his eyes, watching the other legates. Every time he saw that smug look it made him angry. Caesar had seriously underestimated the enemy, planned the attack badly and turned what should have been a foregone conclusion into a desperate and dangerous battle. If it hadn’t been for the tactical knowledge and the quick thinking of young Crispus, the army might have been entirely destroyed.
Word had quickly passed round the officers of what had happened yesterday, though most of the troops had been either dealing with their wounds, attending to the dead, or collapsed through exhaustion. No official account had been taken, and now the officers had been called together for just that purpose.
Longinus was wrapping up his account as Fronto turned his attention once more toward his colleagues.
“…so I sent two alae of cavalry after them. It seems that the rest of the tribe were waiting about a mile away from the hill, staying out of the way of the battle. There must have been about ten or fifteen thousand survivors from the battle, and they hooked up with the women and children and headed away up north. One of the Aedui cavalry commanders informs me they’re probably headed for the land of a tribe called the Lingones, as they’re likely to be sympathetic. All in all, we can estimate somewhere from a hundred to a hundred and fifty thousand of the tribe have got away, but we’ll keep them tracked. They can’t get away. Most of their warriors are gone.”
Longinus stood for a moment longer and then took his seat. Caesar nodded at Balbus, who struggled to his feet.
“Sir, the Eighth and the Eleventh acquitted themselves well at the Helvetian baggage camp. I’m sure you’re aware, as all the officers are, of the part legate Crispus played in this victory, so I’ll not go into detail. Suffice it to say that we had to kill most of the defenders before the remaining few would consider surrender. We took just over a thousand captives and they are currently being held under guard in a specially constructed stockade within Bibracte. Perhaps more importantly, I am informed that among the survivors are two of the children of Orgetorix, the man who tried to pull off a coup early this year, before the Helvetii left. We have all the Helvetii goods and baggage. In all, we suffered grievous losses during the mid phases of the battle, numbering…”
Caesar raised his hand.
“Don’t bother with the statistics, legate. I have had Sabinus collect all the figures, so we’ll hear from him afterwards. It is enough that we know how the legions acquitted themselves.”
As Balbus sat, Caesar motioned to Fronto, who sighed and stood.
“As you’re probably already aware Caesar, we lost a number of men in the assault on the hill. It was Velius and some of his more idiotic men who broke the stalemate. Not how I would have preferred it, but he did get it done. We captured a little over a thousand ourselves, and they’re in the stockade with Balbus and Crispus’ captives. Nothing more to say, I think.”
He sat down and smiled. He knew his off-hand manner would irritate Caesar, and the thought that he might get on the general’s nerves soothed him. Someone had to be a thorn in the great man’s side, and it often fell to Fronto.
Caesar cleared his throat in annoyance and gestured to Sabinus. The officer got to his feet and opened a series of wax tablets.
“I’ve received the totals from each legion and totted them up. We suffered a loss of a little over five thousand men, and another six thousand wounded, walking or otherwise.”
Fronto whistled through his teeth. An entire legion’s worth of dead and a legion’s worth of wounded. That was critical.
“Taking into account the losses we had already suffered before yesterday, I felt it prudent to have a head-count made for each legion. The results are a little disturbing. Counting the walking wounded toward the surviving totals, the Seventh Legion are currently operating nearly a thousand below strength, the Eighth: one and a half thousand, the Ninth: a thousand, the Tenth: one and a half, the Eleventh: two thousand, and the Twelfth: five hundred. All in all, the army is currently down seven and a half thousand regulars, including the drastically injured, with a further four and a half thousand currently unavailable due to injury.”
Sabinus sat back.
Fronto and Balbus exchanged perturbed glances.
Caesar tapped his chin, deep in thought for several long minutes, before he spoke.
“We cannot move from this location at the current time. It’s going to take a few days to stabilise all the wounded and to bury the dead. Longinus, I would like you to arrange a courier for me. I want a message taking to these Lingones. Tell them that if they give any sort of help at all to the refugees, we will do to them what we did to the Helvetii. I refuse to play around any longer. The Helvetii are to be given two choices. Either they come back to Bibracte immediately and surrender, or we will follow them and bring war to them again, killing the two thousand survivors we have here in the meantime. Make sure they understand, Longinus. I will not pursue them any more. If I have to chase down the rest of them, I will kill them all, sparing no one.”
Longinus stood, saluting.
“I will take care of this myself, sir. I’ll take an honour guard and deliver your terms.”
Caesar nodded.
“Very well. In the meantime, we must tend to the wounded and the dead and deal with the trial of Dumnorix. I will not call this campaign short, and I won’t return to the Province to re-supply or bolster the legions. I will have a dispatch rider sent to Aquileia, telling the garrison commander to begin recruiting and training men ready to join us during the winter break in campaigning. In the meantime, we press on with the numbers we have.”
He looked around once more at the officers.
“I want volunteers to sit at the trial of Dumnorix. Fronto and I are attending, but we will need another eight volunteers. Anyone from the rank of tribune up will be acceptable. I realise this is none of your idea of a relaxing time, but I will be personally grateful for your attendance. If you are interested in attending the trial in three days, come to my tent between now and the evening watch. Other than that, I believe we’re done here. Dismissed, gentlemen.”
As the officers poured out of the tent, Fronto collared the other five legates.
“Unless you have anything serious to attend to, I suggest we go into the town and find that nice little tavern with the shady garden. I don’t know about you, but it’s been a long night, and I need a drink.”