‘Well then, gentlemen,’ Macro continued, crossing his arms as he glared at them like a disappointed school-teacher. ‘Things are going to change here at Bushir. I’ll tell you why. It has nothing to do with the corrupt little scams you were so happy to take part in, though we’ll be dealing with that soon enough, as you’ll see. No, the reason why things must change is that we are on the verge of witnessing our very own native uprising. All thanks to the former prefect’s winning ways with the local villagers, and your willingness to go along with him. As we sit here, Bannus is busy building up a formidable band of followers. What you may not know is that, in all likelihood, he has cut a deal with our Parthian friends who have promised to arm his men.’

This information caused a ripple of anxious murmurs to flow through the officers.

‘Quiet!’ Macro shouted. ‘I did not give you permission to talk.’

The men instantly stilled their tongues and Macro nodded with satisfaction. He was beginning to enjoy this feeling of command. ‘That’s more like it. So, now I think you can see the scale of the challenge that faces us. It’s up to the Second Illyrian to find and destroy Bannus and his brigands, before they grow strong enough to come and destroy us. At the same time, I’ll brook no more harsh treatment of the local people.We’ve already done enough to drive them into Bannus’ arms. It’s probably too late to win them back on to our side, so we’re not going to try. What we will not do is provoke them any further. From now on any man, or officer, who wades into the locals will share the fate of trooper Canthus.You all know what happened to him. Now you know what will happen to any others who follow his example. Make sure your men are aware of that. I’ll accept no excuses.We cannot afford to act as recruiting officers for Bannus.’

There were some brief disapproving murmurs and some officers exchanged disgruntled looks, until they realised that the new prefect was glaring at them and fell silent again.