‘All right.’ Cato sat down on the couch opposite Macro’s and sat forward, leaning his elbows on his knees. ‘As you say - the cohort’s in poor shape. The locals are after our blood. If Longinus really is trying to provoke a revolt then he’s almost got what he’s after. And if it happens then we’ll be facing Bannus with an enlarged force, armed to the teeth, with little prospect of receiving any reinforcements, or even the despatch of a relief column to help us reach safety. My main worry is Bannus. At the moment he is a brigand chief, but if he manages to raise a force large enough to take us on, then there’s every chance that he will try to present himself to the Judaeans as the mashiah. Only the latest in a long line of claimants to the title, of course. But if he has an army of thousands, equipped with Parthian armour and weapons, then he’s going to look very credible to his people. If the rising spreads beyond this area, the whole of Judaea could join in the revolt.’

‘Oh, sure!’ Macro laughed. ‘Come now, Cato, that’s just not going to happen.’

‘Why not?’

‘They wouldn’t stand a chance. A bunch of farmers and sheep herders up against professional soldiers? Auxiliary troops admittedly, but still good enough to scare a bunch of peasants back into line. Even if they were thinking of rebelling, they’d know that the Syrian legions were on their doorstep. No amount of rebels would be a match for the legions. As far as the local people are concerned, the moment they get stroppy the legions are going to jump on them and kick them into the dust.’

‘Yes,’ Cato conceded. ‘I’m sure they believe that . . .’

‘But?’

‘I’m not sure.’ Cato frowned.’Ever since we arrived in the province, I’ve had the feeling that this place is like a tinderbox. One spark could set it off, and Judaea will go up in flames. If Narcissus’ suspicions about Longinus turn out to be well founded, then there won’t be any help coming from Syria.’

‘Yes. But Bannus and his boys don’t know that.’

‘Don’t they?’ Cato looked up. ‘I wonder.’

Macro snorted. ‘What are you suggesting now? That Longinus has cut a deal with some hairy-arsed barbarian bandit hiding out in the hills? Don’t you think that’s a bit far-fetched?’

‘Not really.’ Cato stared back wearily. ‘If Bannus knows that Longinus will refuse to march, then he can launch his revolt in the knowledge that he will only be opposed by auxiliary troops. That’s quite an incentive to action. And Longinus gets his revolt, and justifies his request for reinforcements. Both men get what they want. Coincidence? I think not.’

Macro was silent for a moment. ‘A Roman general bargaining with a common bandit . . . that’s quite a nasty thought.’