‘I’ll send word to you in Petra, then.’

Macro watched as the merchants returned to the long stream of camels swaying up the slope towards the gate of Gerasa. He smiled. If his plan was workable at all, then the merchants were going to prove vital to its success.

07 The Eagle In the Sand

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The day after Centurion Parmenion’s force left Bushir they marched through the hilly landscape around Herodion, keeping close watch on the terraced olive groves that climbed the slopes on either side.This was the kind of country that favoured the light troops that Bannus had at his disposal, and Cato could well imagine the damage that a small force armed with slings and javelins might inflict on the Roman column. Fortunately there was no sign of the brigands and at midday they reached the large village of Beth Mashon, surrounded by dusty clumps of palm trees. Their approach was spotted by a handful of children tending their goats, and as they drove their bleating charges out of the path of the soldiers one of them raced ahead to warn the villagers.

Cato glanced at Parmenion. ‘Do you think we should deploy the men?’

‘For what?’

‘In case they’re preparing a surprise.’

‘Who do you think we’re up against, Cato?’ Parmenion asked wearily.’Some crack Parthian cavalry, or something?’

‘Who knows?’

Parmenion laughed bitterly. ‘There’s nothing in there apart from the usual peasants. Believe me. And right now they’ll be scared as hell and hoping that we don’t add to their difficulties. Fat chance of that, of course. About the only time outsiders ever visit places like this is when they’ve come to collect the taxes or make some other trouble.’

Cato looked closely at the veteran. ‘Sounds to me like you’re on their side.’

‘Their side?’ Parmenion raised his eyebrows. ‘They don’t have a side.They’re too bloody poor to have a side. They have nothing. Look around you, Cato. This is about as close to desolation as you can get. These people are scraping a living off the dust. For what? So that they can pay their taxes, their tithes, their debts. And in the end when the tax-farmers, temple priests and bankers have had their cut, and there’s nothing left, they have to sell their children. They’re desperate, and desperate people having nothing left to lose but their hope. When that’s gone, who do they go for?’ He smacked himself on the chest.’Us.Then we have to go round butchering the poor bastards until they’re sufficiently cowed again to let the same old parasites resume squeezing the survivors for every last shekel they can get.’

He took a deep breath and made to continue, but shook his head in frustration and clamped his mouth shut.

‘Got that off your chest, then?’ Cato said quietly.