‘Why not?’ Brixus shrugged his heavy shoulders. ‘We came close last time, under Spartacus. But we were divided at the moment of victory. Some wanted to use our advantage to escape from Italia and return home, while others wanted to stay with Spartacus, continue the war and bring Rome to it’s knees. There were bitter arguments before our army split in two. Divided, we were no longer a match for the legions and were defeated one at a time.’ Brixus shook his head sadly at the memory, then eased himself back into his chair before he continued. ‘It won’t happen this time. There will be no division. No debate. I will not permit it. Together, we will overcome Rome and her legions.’

Lupus chewed his lip before he responded. ‘How can you overcome them? You have an army of thousands here. But for every man you have, Rome has ten or more legionaries. You are outnumbered.’

Brixus swept an arm around the hut. ‘Do you think this is all that stands in the way of Rome? This is but the largest of the rebel camps. There are many others, all of them waiting for a sign to rise up and follow me. When that time comes we shall be ready for the legions.’

‘What will the sign be?’ asked Lupus.

Mandracus made to reply but Brixus cleared his throat to warn him off, then called out to the woman stirring the cauldron. ‘Bring us a bowl each, and then leave.’

‘Yes, master,’ she replied and scrabbled for some silver bowls and spoons in a small chest beside the fireplace. She used an iron rod to lift the cauldron off the stand and lower it on to the floor. Ladling a steaming spoon of stew into each bowl, she hurriedly brought them over to set down on the table before ducking out of the tent.

‘I thought there were no slaves here,’ Lupus said warily. ‘What about her?’

Brixus laughed. ‘That woman is the wife of a Roman lanista, young Lupus. Or was, until we raided his school, killed him and his staff and set the gladiators and the household slaves free. By all accounts she treated her slaves like animals. Now she’s being taught a lesson.’ He smiled coldly. ‘It’s good to see the Romans having a taste of their own medicine, eh? Now, I expect you are cold and hungry, boy. So eat.’

Lupus picked up his spoon and filled it before blowing over the steaming mixture. The rich aroma rising from the bowl made him realize how hungry he was and he tucked in eagerly, relishing the warmth and the full flavour. As he ate, his mind worked feverishly. What did he know that would help Brixus?