The Gladiator

Centurion Macro is right to be concerned.'

Sempronius frowned, and then shook his head with a small laugh as he understood her point. 'This is Crete, my dear, not Campania.

Gladiator schools are somewhat thinner on the ground here than they are around Capua. There is no danger of another Spartacus.

Besides, I doubt that any slave in the empire can be unaware of the dreadful fate that befell those who followed Spartacus. They might run and hide, but any runaway slaves will be too terrified of being involved in a general uprising. They'd sooner be captured, returned to their masters and punished.'

Macro sucked in a breath as he recalled the fanaticism with which the slaves had attacked his column. 'Truly, sir, I hope you're right.'

'I am sure of it.' Sempronius softened his expression.' Now, there are slightly more pressing problems to be faced before we worry too much about this gladiator of yours.'

'Really?' Macro raised his eyebrows.

'Yes, really,' Sempronius replied testily. 'We still have to contend with that fool Marcus Glabius. I've managed to persuade him to hand the governor's palace over to me, but he's occupied the acropolis, and keeps himself surrounded by bodyguards. He has also taken charge of the food supplies and had them moved to the storerooms in the acropolis. And while he controls the food, he controls Gortyna, and to a degree the troops under my command, since I am required to go to him for the men's rations. Now, I might have been prepared to overlook such issues if Glabius was feeding the people and helping them recover from the earthquake, but he isn't. He has been protecting the property of his friends, and openly permitting them to exploit the food shortage by hoarding supplies, while he uses the provincial treasury to buy grain and meat at vastly inflated prices for distribution to the poor. Some of the grain is ruined and the meat is rotten. It's an intolerable state of affairs,' Sempronius concluded.

'Then why do you tolerate it, sir?' asked Cato.

'Why?' Sempronius rose from his desk and made for the door to the courtyard.' Come with me and I'll show you why '

He led them into the centre of the stable courtyard and turned to point at the acropolis built on a nearby hill that dominated the centre of the city. A narrow track wound its way up the steep slope to the gate, which was protected by sturdy towers on each side. 'As you can see, Glabius has picked himself a safe spot to sit out the crisis. It would take an army to seize the acropolis, and he has all the provisions to withstand a siege while I have none to mount one.

Besides, it would be madness to use force to bring Glabius to heel, given the problems we already face.'

'So what is your plan, sir?' asked Macro.

'My plan is to gather enough soldiers here to ensure that there is no popular uprising provoked by the ineptitude of Glabius, Also, I intend to restore order to the farms and estates of the southern part of the island, and round up those slaves you seem so concerned about. Once that has been achieved, then I will settle matters with Glabius.'

Cato shook his head. 'I doubt that would be a good idea, if you don't mind my saying?'

'Oh?'

'Glabius is a tax collector, sir.You know how well connected they are back in Rome. You would risk making some dangerous enemies if you took him on.'

'And I risk losing control of the province if I don't.'

'That's true,' Cato conceded. The senator was in an impossible position.

Sempronius stared up at the acropolis with a weary expression before he continued. 'I sent a full report on the situation here to Rome this morning. I said that I would wait for further instructions before dealing with Glabius.'

Macro and Cato exchanged a quick glance. The senator was taking the easy way out by waiting for orders; disowning responsibility for affairs in Crete. It might take as much as two months for a reply to reach Gortyna. In that time Glabius would be free to continue exploiting the situation, endangering the security of not only the province but the rest of the empire as well, once news of the collapse of authority on the island leaked out across the Mediterranean. It was essential that the senator realised the need to remove Glabius. Even if that made himenemies back in Rome, Cato reflected.

He cleared his throat. 'Sir, I don't think we can afford to wait for instructions from Rome. We will have to act long before then. Before Glabius stirs up too much hostility amongst the local people.'

Sempronius cocked an eyebrow. 'What do you propose we do then?'

The shift in authority from the senator to his subordinate was not lost on Macro, and he had to force himself not to show his surprise as Cato made his reply.

'We have to take control of the food stocks up there, sir. That means we have to arrest Glabius, and disarm his bodyguards. Once that's done, we can be sure that the people will be on our side.'

While we make enemies of Glabius's friends?' Sempronius paused.' Both here and back in Rome.'

'Can't be helped. Besides, the mathematics of the situation is quite clear, sir. There are more hungry people than there are friends of Glabius. Who would you rather have on your side?'

Sempronius pressed his lips together and glanced at the others, before turning to stare helplessly at the walls of the acropolis. Julia cleared her throat and gently took her father's hand. 'Cato's right. You must act. Soon.'

The senator was silent for a moment before he nodded slowly.

'Very well. Glabius will be dealt with.'

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The following morning, Senator Sempronius met with his senior military officers. In addition to Macro and Cato, there were the commanders of the three auxiliary cohorts. The prefect of the Batavian cavalry, Marcellus, was a slender, hard-looking veteran with silver hair and piercing dark eyes. The detachments of the two infantry cohorts were led by centurions, Albinus and Plotius, men who had served with their units since first signing up. Unfortunate, since Macro had hoped they might have been promoted to their present rank from the legions.

'Pity,' he muttered to Cato as the senator made the introductions.

'But we'll have to make do.'

Sempronius glanced at him irritably as he continued. 'Macro is the acting prefect of the Twelfth Hispania at Matala. Centurion Cato is serving as my military aide and chief of staff.'

Marcellus looked searchingly at Cato for a moment. 'Might I ask the substantive rank of Macro and Cato?'

'Of course.' Sempronius nodded.' Both hold legionary rank, pending reappointment to new units once they return to Rome.'

'I see.' Marcellus nodded with a small smile of satisfaction.' Then, as prefect, I am the senior officer present.'

'You are, technically,' Sempronius replied in an even tone.

'However, as the senior office-holder in the province, I have the final word in matters of command. For the present I am content to permit Macro to retain command of our forces.'

'I have to protest, sir. Macro is only an acting prefect. I am a permanent holder of that rank. Therefore I should be in command.'

'Your protest is noted, Prefect Marcellus; however, I have made my decision. Prefect Macro will lead my men.'

'I see.' Marcellus nodded. 'I'd like that noted in writing, sir.'

'Would you?' Sempronius looked surprised for a moment, before he recovered. 'Are you sure about that?'

The other man returned his stare steadily and then shook his head. 'I suppose not. After all, what difference does it make? There aren't likely to be any rewards handed out to the commanders as a result of our actions in this crisis.'

'Quite,' Sempronius replied. 'This is a simple policing matter, gentlemen. Our goals are to enforce order, feed the people and recapture the slaves who have run away from their masters. That is all.' He glanced round at his subordinates. 'Having considered the situation, I have made the following plans to achieve our goals. The Batavian horse and the Fifth Gallic will be tasked with hunting down the fugitive slaves and any brigands that are preying on the people and property of this province.' He paused, and chewed his lip for a moment before continuing. 'Prefect Marcellus will command this force.'