‘ He’ll get us all killed.’ Centurion Tullius nodded towards the cohort commander. Maximius was briefing the optios in charge of the day’s patrols. Each officer commanded twenty men and had a native assigned to them to act as a guide. Every one of them was a prisoner, iron collars chained to the belt of legionary guards. Since their children were being held hostage it was unlikely that they would offer any resistance, or attempt to escape or betray their Roman masters. But Maximius was taking no chances. He had few enough men as it was. Centurion Tullius tapped his vine cane against the side of his greave, making a dull clattering noise. Macro glanced down irritably.

‘Do you mind?’

‘What? Oh, sorry!’ Tullius lifted the cane, tucked it under his arm and glanced back towards the cohort commander. ‘I thought we were here to find Cato and the others. Had no idea we were going to try and stir up a bloody revolt as well. Couldn’t have done a better job if he had tried . . .the bastard.’

‘Perhaps that’s just what he’s been ordered to do,’ Macro wondered aloud.

‘What do you mean?’

Macro shrugged. ‘I’m not really sure. Not yet. Just seems to be an odd way to get the locals to help us.’

‘Odd?’ The old centurion shook his head. ‘You weren’t there when we ran those natives down by the river. He really lost his head.’ Tullius lowered his voice. ‘He was like a man possessed - wild, dangerous and cruel. He should never have been given a command. As long as he’s running the Third Cohort, we’re in deep trouble. He’s already disgraced us. My service is nearly up, Macro. Two more years to my discharge. I’ve earned it - spotless record - until now. Even if he doesn’t get us killed, the decimation is going to ruin our careers. You and the other centurions are still on the young side, still got years to go. What chance of promotion do you think you’ll have with that on your records? I’m telling you, as long as that bastard’s in command we’re in the deepest of shit.’ He looked away from Macro, towards the distant cohort commander and continued softly, ‘If only something would happen to him.’

Macro swallowed nervously and stiffened his back. ‘I’d be careful what I said if I was you. He’s dangerous, all right, but so is that kind of talk.’

Tullius looked closely at the other centurion.’You do think he’s dangerous then?’

‘He might be. But you really scare me. What are you suggesting, Tullius? A sharp dagger in his back on a dark night?’

Tullius gave a short, unconvincing, laugh.’It’s happened before.’