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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
As far as Ferox could see, the camp was in good order and the Hispana and the rest were maintaining good discipline, stacking refuse neatly in set places rather than tipping it anywhere handy, and following all the other regulations. The change came on the outskirts, where the mix of civilians and followers were less fussy about themselves and their animals. All in all, combined with so many people and animals to bite, food and other things to investigate, the plains around Nicopolis had become a sheer paradise for flies, which must make it hard to sleep. If Vindex was right, that was not bothering the legatus too much, and for all his dirty mind, the old scout had a nose for these things.
Crispinus was not in camp when he reported at the praetorium, so Ferox left his mare with one of the orderlies, and made his way on foot forward to the siege lines. The picket in front of the gate were at ease, leaning on shields and chatting. Ahead, paths were marked by numbers, and the steady passage of so many feet and heavy loads had worn away the ground so that they were like very shallow trenches left by some enormous plough. Ferox saw a party carrying baskets of stones on their shoulders heading for a route marked II, and since they were going towards the city, decided to tag along behind. Soon the furrow grew deeper and led into a shed covered on sides and roof with animal hides.
‘Out of the way! Out of the way!’ a legionary shouted as he pushed men towards the wall. ‘Clear a path there! They’ve hit Serenus.’
The carrying party did their best, struggling to push tight up against the side because the roof sloped down to meet the walls and there was not much room for their baskets. One let his load slip, spilling stones onto the ground.
‘Daft bugger, Faber!’ an optio yelled at him, but there was no time to pick them up, for more men appeared, carrying a stretcher. They had to slow to squeeze past, then were through. Ferox saw a centurion he knew by sight being carried past, his right arm at a weird angle and his cuirass covered in blood.
‘Get those damned flies off!’ the one in front called back, and the man was on the brink of tears.
Slowly, as men shifted burdens back to a better carrying position, and the clumsy Faber began scooping up the fallen stones, they prepared to go forward. Ferox went to help the man, and, after a flash of surprise and resentment, the optio came back to do the same.
‘Get a move on!’ A man came towards them, but the shadowy interior of the shed meant that Ferox only recognised Rufus at the last minute.
‘Oh, it’s you,’ the young centurion said in surprise. He had no helmet and a bandage was tied around his forehead. ‘Get a move on, you’re clogging things up!’ he barked at the optio.