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- BY ADRIAN GOLDSWORTHY
- CONTENTS
- MAP
- PROLOGUE
- I
- In the hill country
- Nearer the Euphrates
- The same night
- II
- The temporary camp of Legio VIIII Hispana, Fifty-five miles east of Cyrrhus
- Fifteen days before the Kalends of March
- III
- On the training grounds outside Zeugma
- Fifth day before the Nones of March
- In the house of Simon the merchant, Nicopolis
- The next day
- IV
- The temporary camp of Legio VIIII Hispana
- V
- Outside Nicopolis
- Eleventh day before the Kalends of April
- Nicopolis
- The same day
- VI
- On the road to the crossing at Zeugma
- Tenth day before the Kalends of April
- VII
- Zeugma
- Seventh day before the Kalends of April
- VIII
- The camp of VIIII Hispana
- One day before the Nones of April
- Nicopolis
- The same day, late afternoon
- IX
- Outside Nicopolis
- Eighth Day before the Ides of April
- X
- Near Nicopolis
- A little later
- XI
- In the plain in front of Nicopolis
- The Ides of April
- Nicopolis
- The same night
- XII
- In front of Nicopolis
- Eighteenth day before the Kalends of May First day of the siege
- XIII
- Outside Nicopolis
- Seventeenth day before the Kalends of May Second day of the siege
- XIV
- Outside Nicopolis
- Fifteenth day before the Kalends of May The fourth day of the siege
- Nicopolis
- The sixth day of the siege
- XV
- Up country
- Thirteenth day before the Kalends of May The eighth day of the siege
- XVI
- Zeugma
- That same night
- XVII
- The siege lines outside Nicopolis
- Eleventh day before the Kalends of May The tenth day of the siege
- XVIII
- The large camp to the east of Nicopolis
- Tenth day before the Kalends of May The eleventh day of the siege
- Nicopolis
- Late on the fourteenth night of the siege
- XIX
- Before Nicopolis
- Fifth day before the Kalends of April Sixteenth day of the siege
- XX
- Outside Nicopolis
- The Kalends of May The twenty-first day of the siege
- XXI
- Before Nicopolis
- The day before the Nones of May The twenty-sixth day of the siege
- Nicopolis
- The next day The twenty-seventh day of the siege
- XXII
- North west of Nicopolis, some miles from the road
- Fifth day before the Ides of May The thirty-second day of the siege
- XXIII
- In front of Nicopolis
- The day before the Ides of May The thirty-fifth day of the siege
- XXIV
- Outside Nicopolis
- The Ides of May
- The thirty-sixth day of the siege
- XXV
- The breach in the western wall
- XXVI
- Outside Nicopolis
- Seventeenth day before the Kalends of June The thirty-seventh day of the siege
- The prison at Nicopolis
- Three days later
- The forty-first day of the siege
- XXVII
- The citadel at Nicopolis
- The last hours of the fourteenth day before the Kalends of June
- The forty-first day of the siege
- XXVIII
- Nicopolis
- The same night
- EPILOGUE
- The next morning
- HISTORICAL NOTE
- GLOSSARY
- CAST OF CHARACTERS
‘At least he seems to know the way,’ Arrian muttered. The tribune sheathed his sword, having to force the blade into the scabbard. ‘Come on then. Let’s hope we don’t fall on our arses on the way down that hill.’
Nearer the Euphrates
The same night
DOMITIUS HAD GOT lost before the storm came in, his fever now so bad that he could not concentrate and did not notice for a long time that he had strayed. A bolt of lightning struck a tree close by, splitting the trunk, and this and the deep roll of thunder panicked his horse which bolted, wild eyed and ears twitching. The young mare ran on and on, mile after mile, starting each time there was another flash even though the worst was moving away from them. Somehow Domitius stayed in the saddle, and that was a minor miracle for he was no horseman, even by army standards. One hand gripped the reins and his other wound itself around the beast’s mane. Soon the horse was gasping, but still she pelted along in terror, and when she came to a gully filled with rainwater, she did not stop. Domitius was never sure whether he jumped or simply lost his seat at last and fell sideways out of the saddle, hitting the ground hard. The mare leaped and screamed as she splashed into the torrent and was swept away. Domitius never saw her again and had never even known what the horse was called.
His shoulder hurt and his left arm did not work, so Domitius had to roll onto the other side before he could get up. The rain stopped very suddenly, unless that was simply because his clouded mind took a while to realise. He had little sense of where he was or of where he should go. The remaining food had been in the packs tied to the rear horns of the saddle so had vanished with the horse. A soldier for ten years, and before that the son and grandson of soldiers living surrounded by old soldiers in the colonia at Berytus, there had always been a pattern and an order to his life, with regulations or traditions to follow. That was all gone, and it was not simply the fever that made the change so hard to understand. It had all happened so quickly, and now he was a deserter and fugitive and nowhere would he be truly safe within the empire. Even if the truth came out, his crime was public and could not be forgotten.
Were they still after him? Domitius could not imagine anyone being able to follow his track through that storm. Still, he had heard stories about Ferox that made a man wonder. The centurion could be out there, getting ever closer. Better to be caught by him than the others, for Ferox might listen and understand. The others would simply kill him to make sure that the truth was hidden. Domitius had no armour, but had managed to grab a belt as he escaped, so had a pugio dagger on his left hip and an issue gladius on his right. At least he could make it difficult for them.