‘Let us know the moment there’s any change, for the better, or worse. Understand?’

‘Yes, sir.’

Quintillus gave a curt wave for the others to follow him and led the way through to the king’s private audience chamber. Apart from the large table, the benches and Verica’s ornate wooden throne, the chamber was empty.

‘Sit,’ ordered Quintillus, as he made his way over to the throne and sat himself down without the slightest sign of hesitation. Macro exchanged a quick look with Cato and raised his eyebrows. Quintillus leaned forward on his elbows and pressed the tips of his fingers together.

‘It seems that I have persuaded the council to name Tincommius as Verica’s new heir.’

‘Of course, we all hope that Verica lives,’ said Macro. Reservations about Tincommius still filled his thoughts.

‘Goes without saying,’ the tribune nodded. ‘He’s the best guarantee of peace between Rome and the Atrebatans.’

‘We’ll do all right by Tincommius, sir,’ said Cato.

‘I hope so.’ Quintillus pressed his palms together. ‘But, if the worst should happen and Verica dies, then we’ll need to move fast. Anyone who opposes the new regime must be rounded up and held in the depot until Tincommius has a firm grip on his people.’

‘You don’t think Artax was acting alone then, sir?’ said Cato.

‘I’m not sure. I had never suspected him of being a traitor.’

‘Really?’ Cato was surprised. ‘Why not, sir?’

‘Because he was supposed to be one of General Plautius’ agents. I doubt the general is going to be too pleased when he finds out that Artax was such a poor investment.’

‘Artax, a spy!’ Macro was surprised. ‘He was a prickly sod, but I thought he was straight enough.’

‘Apparently not, Centurion. Anyway, he wasn’t a spy. He was a double agent,’ Quintillus corrected him. ‘Or at least that’s what he became, it seems . . . It might be that being made Verica’s heir simply went to his head, and he was acting alone.’

‘Maybe, sir.’ Cato shrugged. ‘Either way, I never trusted him. But I think he’s not the last of the locals we have to worry about. Now that Verica’s off the scene I think we can expect some trouble, particularly with Tincommius lined up to succeed him. There are bound to be those who think he’s too young and inexperienced for the job. And others who want to be king themselves.’

‘Some of them may resist the council’s choice,’ Quintillus conceded. ‘Some of them might even take up arms against their new king, if Verica dies. They will be dealt with by your cohorts.’ A smile flickered across the tribune’s lips. ‘Your, er, Wolves and Boars.’

Cato ignored the jibe, too concerned with the implications of the tribune’s orders. A chilling sense of foreboding traced its way up the scalp from the back of his neck.