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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
‘Step forward, Caius Domitius Clemens!’ the praefectus castrorum commanded.
‘Go on, boy. Do it.’ Caecilius did not need to say the words aloud.
Domitius could not move.
‘Step forward!’
‘Come on, it’s nothing. Do it and forget it.’
‘I cannot,’ Domitius found himself saying.
‘This is an order, Clemens!’ the praefectus barked. ‘Step forward and make the offering.’
Caecilius’ face was white. Domitius had never seen him show fear before and this was somehow worse than when he was pleading. Yet how could he deny the truth.
‘I cannot,’ Domitius croaked. He licked his lips. ‘I cannot,’ he managed, louder this time and clear to the whole room. ‘I am a Christian.’
Caecilius shut his eyes. The praefectus castrorum, a solid, sensible man, stood up and came over to Domitius.
‘None of us heard that, lad,’ he whispered. ‘And none of us will remember, so don’t be daft and think of your own skin and the honour of the legion. It’s just words, nothing more. So pretend and no one will mind.’ He glanced back at the seated officers. The tribune who had pressed for the investigation was not there. Of the centurions, only Festus was hostile and he would not resist pressure from the praefectus. Yet where was Ferox? Even if there was no way out of this, he wanted to pass on all that he had learned.
The praefectus took a step back and gestured at the altar. Beside it was a cup filled and ready to be poured out in libation. ‘Do this and renew your oath to the princeps and Rome, and you walk free, honour and rank restored.’
‘What of the curse?’ Festus asked. ‘Should he not revile the name of this Christ?’
The praefectus stared at him. ‘That is not necessary. This is no civilian court with all its wiles and hypocrisy. We are a tribunal of soldiers and will act as such.’ He turned back to Domitius. ‘Let’s be done with this, lad.’
‘I cannot,’ Domitius stammered. He thought he caught a flash of hope from Caecilius. The desperation in his friend’s face made him choke and he could not speak, so shook his head.
‘For the last time of asking,’ the praefectus began, a mixture of sorrow and frustration in his voice, ‘make the offering and take the oath. That’s it, all you have to do, and no more will ever be said, not ever, so do as you are told and make the sodding offering! Now, boy!’ His voice was suddenly loud. ‘That’s a direct order, soldier, and you will do it!’
Domitius’ legs responded to discipline and he took a pace forward before hesitating.
‘Go on, boy, go on.’ Caecilius actually mouthed the words.
‘Obey me!’ the praefectus snapped. ‘Two paces forward!’
Domitius wanted to do as he was told. They were all watching, urging him on, even Festus seemed caught up with the general mood. He stared around him, seeing all their faces. His throat was parched, his heart pounding.