The Eagle In the Sand

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.'

'Shit.We're stuck here.' Macro pressed his lips together for a moment. 'The Governor can help. If he leaves now, he'll be able to make it back to the legions, and send a column down here.'

'He might. If he can spare the men. Don't forget, there's that force of Parthians moving up on Palmyra.'

'I'm sure he can spare us some men. Enough to deal with Bannus before his army grows much more.We'll stay here until the relief arrives.'

'Stay here?' Cato looked uncertain. 'Is that wise?'

'What else can we do? We'll be safe enough in here.'

'You think so?'

'Why not? He's got a force of brigands, and now, it seems, a few Parthians. They're not going to get over the walls in a hurry. Not without siege weapons.'

'What makes you think they lack those?'

Macro smiled. 'And where would they have spirited them up from?'

'Parthia, that's where.'

'Cato, have you any idea how difficult it would be to move a siege train over the desert?'

'No. How difficult?'

Macro was taken aback, and struggled for an answer. 'I don't really know, but I should imagine it would be bloody difficult to haul anything across the terrain out there. All right?' He gestured vaguely in the direction of the caravan trade route and the desert beyond.'I'm telling you, he has no siege weapons. We're safe.'

'I hope you're right.'

'I'm right. But we're going to make some preparations all the same.' Macro made a few mental calculations. 'Heshbon, that's what, thirty miles away. They should be here tomorrow then, from noon.'

Cato nodded. 'Sounds right.'

'Then there's not much time.We need to speak to the Governor. Come on.'

They climbed back into the tower. Longinus and Postumus were watching the rapidly diminishing cloud of dust kicked up by the Parthian horses and discussing something in muted tones. They stopped as soon as Macro and Cato emerged from the trapdoor. Macro quickly described what the patrol had seen. There was a momentary look of alarm on the Governor's face before he controlled his feelings again and stood, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

'I'll have to re-join my command before the fort's cut off.'

'Yes, sir,' agreed Macro. 'The sooner you leave, the better. We'll wait here for the relief column.'

'Relief column?' Longinus repeated. 'Yes. Yes, of course. I'll have to send you some more men. Enough to beat Bannus. I'll see to it the moment I return to my command.'

'Very good, sir.' Macro nodded.

'I'd best leave at once then.' Longinus turned towards the trapdoor. Then he paused and turned back, staring hard at Postumus. 'You can stay here.'

'What?' Postumus looked horrified. 'Stay? Sorry, sir, but my place is at your side. It's going to be a dangerous journey back to the legions. You'll need every man you can get to ensure your safety.'

'On the contrary, more men will only slow me down. The prefect has more need of you than I do right now. You will stay here, and help defend the fort.'

'But, sir!' There was a pleading tone to his voice and Macro felt sick with disgust.

'Enough!' Longinus snapped. 'You will stay here! Understand?'

Postumus stared back, and there was a bitter twist to his lips as he replied. 'Oh, I understand, sir. Perfectly.'

'I shall not forget you, Postumus. I never forget those who have served me well.'

'That's a great comfort, sir.'

'Farewell, then.' Longinus nodded, made to hold out his hand, and then let it drop back to his side as he turned away and climbed down from the tower.

A little later Macro, Cato and Postumus looked on as the Governor and his escort galloped out of the fort and immediately swung north to give the approaching rebels as wide a berth as possible before they made for the security of the legions under Longinus' command in Syria. Macro noticed the look of acute bitterness in Postumus' face as he watched them ride off across the desert.

'That's what you get when you play politics, friend.'

Postumus turned to the prefect and laughed. 'You don't get it, sir. He's not going to send us any reinforcements. '

'Why?' asked Cato. 'What do you mean?'

'If you two are the best that Narcissus can come up with, then may the gods help the Emperor. Outside Rome, I imagine that it's only the three of us who know the scale of Longinus' treachery. If he leaves us here to die, then he's in the clear. Of course, the moment Bushir falls, and we're all slaughtered, he'll mount a punitive expedition and grieve over our bodies, and claim that he was just too late to save us.'

Macro and Cato stared at him a moment, then Macro shrugged. 'Fine. Then the only way we get back at that patrician bastard is by making sure we come through this alive.'

'Oh?' Postumus smiled weakly. 'And how do you propose that we do that, sir?'

'The same way we always do. By beating the living shit out of our enemy and dancing on his grave. Cato?'

'Sir?'

'I want every officer at headquarters at once. We've got work to do, and it looks like there's not much time left before Bannus will be breathing down our necks.'

'Including Scrofa? Shall I have him released?'

Macro shrugged. 'Why not? He might as well do something useful before he dies.'

07 The Eagle In the Sand

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Macro looked over the faces of his officers, waiting for their complete attention before he began.

'In two days' time Bannus and his forces will be camping outside Fort Bushir. Although we don't know their precise strength yet our scouts report that we are badly outnumbered.Worse still, Bannus and his men have been armed by the Parthians who have also sent him a contingent of their horse-archers. I've sent messengers to the garrison in Jerusalem and the procurator in Caesarea. I doubt whether there will be enough troops to spare to send any to reinforce us. Worse still, it is not likely that any relief column will be sent from Syria.'

This remark brought on looks of surprise, and a tone of muted anger rippled across the hall. Macro raised a hand to attract their attention.

'Gentlemen! Quiet… The Governor of Syria is facing a substantial threat from Parthia across the frontier. He cannot spare us any men. We are on our own. I will not pretend that the odds look favourable, but we do have some advantages.The enemy must come to us, therefore we can lay a few traps to greet him. Bannus is at the head of a force comprising untrained villagers for the most part. They'll be brave enough when the time comes but bravery is no match for good training and experience. We also have the benefit of good defences. The walls of Bushir are as strong as they come for a fort this size.Without siege equipment they'll have to come at us over the walls, and if you've ever seen such an assault then you'll know how costly it can be.' Macro paused to let his words sink in, then continued. 'That's the good news. The bad news is that Bannus cannot afford to fail in his attempt on Bushir. He will throw everything he can at us. We cannot be confident of beating him. But even if we do go down to his army of brigands, we must ensure that the cost of his victory is so high that his men will not be prepared to follow him against any other Roman unit. If we can end this rebellion now, before it can spread, then his defeat is certain, even if we don't live to see it.