So now, as he faced the praetorian optio, he would be more than happy to give the man a good bollocking; and the optio knew it. With a look of disdain the optio raised his arm in salute and slowly stepped aside. Cato nodded back as he strode past. He followed the clerk through the large opening of the nearest tent. Inside the air was hot and sticky and the legate’s clerks were stripped down to their loincloths as they worked over the orders and records needed for the establishment of the new province.

‘This way, please sir.’ The clerk held a flap back at the rear of the tent. On the far side was a bare compound on to which six large tents opened. Inside tribunes and their staff worked on long trestle tables. Orderlies sat on the worn grass, ready to carry messages, passing the time with a game of bone dice. The clerk led Cato across the open space, which seemed to be almost as hot as the inside of the tents, due to the complete lack of the slightest breeze. Sweat trickled down the back of Cato’s tunic as he followed the clerk towards the largest of the tents on the opposite side of the square. The flaps were tied back and Cato could see wooden flooring with a circle of iron-framed stools. Beyond that was a large table at which two men were sitting, sharing a flask of wine. The clerk ducked under the flap and, with a discreet wave of the hand, indicated that Cato should follow him.

‘Centurion Cato, sir.’

Vespasian, and Quintillus, wearing a freshly minted gold chain and pendant, looked round. The legate beckoned. ‘Please join us, Centurion . . . That’ll be all, Parvenus.’

‘Yes, sir.’ The clerk bowed his head and backed out of the tent, as Cato marched forward to the table and stood to attention. Vespasian smiled at Cato, and the latter got the distinct impression that his commander would have something unpleasant to say.

‘Centurion, I’ve got some good news. I’ve found a command for you. Sixth Century of the Third Cohort. Centurion Macro will be appointed to the same unit. You work well together so you might as well continue to serve in the same cohort. The general and I have a lot to thank you for. If the enemy had taken Calleva, and disposed of Verica I have no doubt that we’d have been in full retreat by now. You and Macro have performed in accordance with the highest traditions of the legions and I’ve recommended that you both be decorated. It’s the least that can be done by way of reward.’

‘We were only doing our duty, sir,’ Cato replied in a flat tone.