‘I’d like to,’ Cato said quietly. ‘You’ve endured more than enough hardship already. The thing is, I’m not sure whether you can stay out of it. At some point you may have to choose a side, if only to save yourselves. And that time may come sooner than you think. If I were you, I would reflect on that.’

‘Don’t you think I haven’t already?’ Miriam said wearily.’I think about it every day, and always I ask myself what Jehoshua would have done . . .’

‘And?’

‘I’m not sure. He would say we should not take part in this fight. That we should argue for peace. But what if no one listens? At times I think that Symeon is right.’

‘And what does he say?’

‘That sometimes people cannot just argue for peace, they have to fight for it.’

‘Fight for peace?’ Cato smiled. ‘I’m not quite sure I understand how that works.’

‘Nor do I.’ Miriam laughed. ‘You men aren’t exactly the most coherent thinkers when you start spouting your philosophies. Anyway, Symeon told me that it would make sense when the time came.’

Cato shrugged. It all sounded like the usual mystical nonsense that arose whenever politics and religion intermixed. One thing was certain. Bannus did not sound like the kind of man who could be reasoned with. His confrontation with Rome was inevitable. All that mattered now was to see to it that his rebellion was crushed and that Bannus did not survive to breed more trouble in the future.

Cato stood up. ‘I have to go. I have to catch up with the patrol before dark. I just wanted to apologise for what happened. Centurion Macro will be taking over command of the Second Illyrian very shortly. He will make sure that your people are treated fairly from now on.You have my word on it.’

‘Thank you, Cato. But what happens until then?’

‘Prefect Scrofa is still in charge.’

‘So the violence will continue against the villages in the area?’

Cato shrugged helplessly. ‘As long as he is in command he can do as he wishes. All I can do is try to soften the blow.’

‘Why can’t your centurion take over from Scrofa right now?’

‘He can’t.’ Cato’s hand went to the bulge of the thin scroll case beneath his tunic. ‘Not without the proper authorisation. We’re waiting for it to arrive.’

‘Then you had better pray that it arrives quickly, Centurion Cato. Before Bannus and his Parthian friends start a general revolt. If that happens, then God help us all.’

07 The Eagle In the Sand

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

We can’t just stand here and watch,’ Macro said angrily.

‘Why not?’ Centurion Postumus replied. ‘We offered them our protection and they turned us down. Perhaps next time they’ll think twice before they spurn my offer.’