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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
‘We do,’ Domitius said. ‘But that doesn’t mean we have to like it all. You know – it’s like army regulations.’
Caecilius laughed, then winced and had to cough. There was a big bandage tied around his chest. ‘My chest hurts when I move suddenly,’ he explained. ‘And my toes are itching like buggery.’
‘Do you want me to scratch them?’
‘Only if you can find out what they did with the foot.’ He hissed with pain. ‘Damned stuff he gave me must be wearing off.’
‘I have wine.’ Domitius lifted a small amphora and poured out a cupful.
‘Any food?’
‘Not much. Everything is getting short.’ He got out some grapes and scraped away the mould on them.
‘We’ve done something right, then… What are you going do when the lads come over the wall next time and nothing stops them?’
‘They’ve tried. Most of them legged it last time. We threw pots down and they thought it was oil so panicked. It wasn’t. There isn’t enough left and they’re saving what they have to cook. It was some root called fenugreek – you mash it up and it turns into a liquid like oil.’
‘Your idea?’
‘No, an old man saw it done at a siege years ago. If it spreads, it makes the ground really slippery. It didn’t, but given the panic, they were well pleased.’
Caecilius stared at him for a while. ‘Can’t make up your mind whether it’s we or them, can you boy?’ His breathing was becoming laboured and noisy. ‘So was it worth it? Running off like that?’
‘I did not see much of a choice.’
‘Huh. Of course there was a choice. You could have lied and walked away.’
‘No, I couldn’t.’
‘Then you’d no business joining the army if you couldn’t lie to senior officers! … Was it worth it?’
‘Was what worth it?’
‘All of this? Deserting, running off here, fighting against your own kind?’
‘I have not really fought,’ Domitius said, and knew that he was lying. ‘Not really. But what else could I have done. This seemed a safe place, some people took me in, and how was I to know a legion was going to swan up out of nowhere and attack.’
‘Damned Romans,’ Caecilius agreed. ‘Was it you behind that mine of theirs?’
‘No, they don’t trust me.’
‘Don’t blame ’em.’
‘Didn’t even tell me about it. I have…’ He stopped even though the urge to boast was strong. He had always wanted Caecilius’ approval, and seen him almost as a second father. ‘In truth I’ve mostly helped them repair ballistae. The family who took me in are in trouble, partly because they had taken me in. I had to protect them any way I could.’
‘A woman?’
Domitius nodded.
Caecilius grinned, winced again and rubbed his chest. ‘At least you’re not quite as stupid as you look… So maybe it is and maybe it isn’t worth it all, but where do you run next? It isn’t going to be long. The legatus is a ponce, but he’s Roman at heart, and you know the Romans don’t give in. This city will fall and soon, so what does that mean for you, and these people?’