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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
In the house of Simon the merchant, Nicopolis
The next day
TIME PASSED, AS it must do. Day and night were as one, sleep and waking so barely distinct that it was hard to notice. There were voices, sometimes people, and they tried to help him drink and even eat a little. The faces were indistinct, until he dreamed, when all was vivid. He dreamed of a ladder, climbing high into the Heavens, but as he climbed a dragon was beneath him, its eyes as coals and its breath like fire. It snapped at him and grabbed him, biting his heels and pulling at his cloak. An angel wiped his brow, the touch cool and damp. She was a tall angel, with long black hair that was soft whenever it brushed against him. The dragon pulled and he was falling, falling into the deep water.
He dreamed of far-off days and days that may never have been, but always he came back to the one place and the one moment and stood in that high chamber off the grand hall of the principia.
Domitius felt their eyes upon him. Most were men he had known for years, men he trusted, respected, and in many cases liked. They had toiled together, stood side by side on parade, taken those magic drinks of men parched after a long march when anything tasted more wonderful than at any other time. Many were friends and all were commilitones, bonded as comrades by the shared suffering, joys and plain stupidity of army life. There was Sextus, squat, broad chested, slow, but always got there in the end. He was frowning, as if puzzled. Annius, always on the fringes, always the cynic, had his usual expression of amusement as if everything was one huge joke. Longus was beside him, eyes excited. He had always been a vicious little bastard who enjoyed seeing anyone suffer, but as the others all said, he was their vicious little bastard, and when it came to it, they knew that they could rely on him. That was the army all over – them and us, and you stuck with us. Others he did not know, for there were men from other cohorts.
Then there was old Caecilius, almost a second father to him, and his face was as rigid as only an old sweat could manage, while his eyes pleaded with Domitius. ‘Just do it, lad, do it.’ He seemed to say, just as he had done the previous night. ‘It’s nothing. Doesn’t mean anything. Just a gesture. No one really cares. Do it, then forget it and think and do what you like the rest of the time. They won’t care. No one will be looking, but they’re looking now and all you have to do is step forward, pour out the cup and say the words. They’re just words, boy – like ‘No, sir’ when someone higher up asks if you’ve got any complaints. Doesn’t mean anything – not a thing. You’re not lying to anyone who matters, are you? This is bullshit, just army bullshit, so treat it like a parade, don’t think, obey all the orders and then forget it.