‘I’ll be fine.’ Cato smiled to himself. It hardly mattered what he felt like. He was as good as dead anyway. They all were, and yet here was the surgeon carrying on as if there were truly some chance that his patients would have the possibility of a full recovery. Cato felt an urge to laugh and had to fight the hysteria down. The surgeon had said something and seemed to be waiting for an answer. Cato shrugged and changed the subject.

‘Where’s the king?’

‘In his quarters. I sent him there to rest.’

‘How is he?’

‘He’s doing well enough, sir. But he could do without all the excitement.’

This time Cato could not help sniggering and the surgeon looked at him with a concerned expression. ‘I think you’d better sit down, sir.’

‘No. I need to see Cadminius.’

‘Over there, sir.’ The surgeon pointed to the far end of the hall where the captain of the king’s bodyguard and several of his men were standing guard on the entrance to the training compound. The stout wooden door had been tightly wedged shut and timbers had been nailed across it. A steady series of thuds sounded from the far side. Cato stepped round the surgeon and picked his way over the wounded towards Cadminius.

‘How are we doing?’ Cato called out in Celtic, trying to sound calmer and more confident than he felt inside.

Cadminius turned his face sharply. ‘They won’t get in for a while. It’d take a battering ram to get through that door.’

‘Doubtless they’re sorting something out even as we speak.’

‘Doubtless . . . Might just chuck them Tincommius’ head to use meantime.’

‘Tincommius? Where is he?’

‘Safe enough,’ Cadminius smiled. ‘We’ve trussed him up nicely, hand and foot. He won’t be doing any more harm. I’ve given orders for him to be killed the instant one of those Durotrigan bastards sets foot in the hall.’

‘Good.’

‘What’s the situation out front?’

‘We’re holding them back, for now.’

‘And later?’

Cato laughed and wagged his finger before he turned back towards the entrance of the hall. ‘I’ll see you later, Cadminius.’

Outside, the sunlight made Cato squint. The enemy were still shouting and chanting their war cries, but had drawn back from the redoubt, and the legionaries were looking warily over the breastwork. Someone had found a cache of hunting spears and almost all of the legionaries had one to hand.