‘Where are you going?’ Parmenion called after him.

‘I have to speak to someone!’ Cato shouted back, and then muttered, ‘I have to apologise.’

As his horse climbed back up the slope towards the cluster of houses that made up the small community of Heshaba, Cato mentally composed the words he wished to say to Miriam. He had to make it quite clear that the prefect was not representative of other Romans. That his actions must not be understood to be typical of Roman policy. It might yet be possible to mend some of the damage that Scrofa had caused.

He entered the village and was immediately aware of the hostile expressions in the faces of the few people who met his gaze through open doors and windows as his horse picked its way down the street and into the open space at the heart of the community. The air still carried the sharp tang from the burned-out shell of Miriam’s house. The brigand hung from his cross and Cato hoped that the man was dead, spared from any further suffering. A short distance away from the smouldering ruin Cato saw her grandson,Yusef, squatting on a small chest on the ground next to the meagre pile of goods that she had been able to rescue from the house before the auxiliaries had set fire to it.Yusef looked up at the sound of hooves and stared at Cato with wide terrified eyes. Cato dismounted, and led the horse over to one of the blackened uprights that had supported Miriam’s sun shelter. He tethered the animal to it and slowly approached the young boy.

‘Yusef, do you know where your grandmother is?’ he asked in Greek.

The boy did not respond for a moment, and then shook his head quickly.’She’s not here. She’s gone. So you can’t hurt her any more, Roman!’ He almost spat out the last word, and Cato paused a short distance away, not wanting to alarm the boy any further.

‘I mean her no harm. You have my word on that, Yusef. But I must speak to her. Please tell me where she is.’

Yusef stared at him for a moment, then slowly rose to his feet. He pointed at the ground. ‘Wait here. Don’t move. Don’t try to follow me.’