Julius shook his head. “Tomorrow we will run battle games, yours against mine. I want the old ones to remember and the young ones to get used to following orders in the field, under pressure. See me tonight and we’ll work out the details. Oh, and Gaditicus . . .”

“Yes, sir?”

“Work yours hard, because tomorrow Ventulus will take them to pieces and make you start again.”

“I look forward to seeing you try, sir,” Gaditicus retorted with a small smile, saluting once more before returning to his new command.

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As Julius gave the order to march two days later, he felt a surge of pride, making his feet light on the foreign earth. His right eye was almost closed where one of Gaditicus’s men had caught him with an axe handle, but he knew the pain would pass.

More than a few of both cohorts limped with the battering they had taken at each other’s hands in the mock battles, but they had changed from strangers into Wolves, and Julius knew they would be hard to kill, harder still to break. They would cross the eighty miles of wood and plain and Mithridates would need a lot of his rebellious farmers to withstand what would be thrown at him, Julius was certain. He felt as if there was good wine in his stomach, making him want to laugh with excitement.

Alongside him, Gaditicus sensed his mood and chuckled, wincing as he cracked his swollen mouth once again.

“One thing about the galleys. You didn’t have to carry this much metal and kit on your back,” he complained in an undertone.

Julius clapped him on the shoulder, chuckling. “Think yourself lucky. They used to call my uncle’s men ‘Marius’s mules’ for the weight they could bear.”

Gaditicus grunted in reply, shifting his heavy pack to ease his muscles. The legs had the worst of it. Many of the veterans had huge calves, showing a strength built over years of marching. Gaditicus made a silent oath that he would not call his cohort to rest until Julius did or one of his veterans dropped. He wasn’t sure which was more likely.

Julius began lengthening his stride through the ranks up to the front. He felt as if he could march all day and night and the Romans at his back would follow him. Behind, the city dwindled into the distance.

Chapter 23

                  CHAPTER 23