‘Hmmm, yes, well, I’m sure you’ve done your best for them.’ Cato looked up and saw that there was a faint loom of pearly grey in the mist. ‘It’ll be light soon. We’d best get the men ready to march.’

The column continued along the path in the pallid dawn. Cato and Macro went ahead with two sections of legionaries and Hamedes. They stayed close to the head of the main column in case the full force was needed in a hurry. Centurion Rufus followed up with the wounded, and an escort of marines.

A light breeze had picked up and rustled the leaves of the palms growing in clumps along the path. The mangrove soon gave way to swathes of reeds on either side but there was no sign that Ajax and his men had left the path and Cato led his men on, alert for any hint of trouble. As dawn came and the sun rose into the hazy sky, the mist began to lift and an hour or so later the reeds gave way to cleared areas where fields of wheat were fed with water from irrigation ditches. In the distance they caught the gleam of a broad expanse of water.

‘That’s one of the Nile tributaries,’ Hamedes explained. ‘We should find a settlement on the bank soon enough.’

‘Like that, over there?’ Macro pointed and Hamedes and Cato looked ahead to where smoke smudged into the sky. Macro frowned. ‘That’s not cooking smoke. That’s a fire.’

Cato felt his heart sink at the thought of another village laid waste by Ajax and his men. ‘Come on, let’s pick up the pace,’ he ordered, and the advance party lengthened their stride as the path changed direction through the tall grass and date palms and headed straight for the cloud of smoke. As they passed by more fields they could see the roofs of houses ahead, and hear the crackle of flame and then screams and shouts and Cato felt his guts tighten with bitter hatred for the gladiator. The path had broadened into a cart track and they approached the entrance to the village, another huddle of mud-brick buildings, some with additional walls to pen their donkeys, goats, cattle and chickens. A handful of people in the narrow street winding into the village turned at the sound of heavy boots and ran into their houses as soon as they caught sight of the Romans.

‘Good spot for another ambush,’ Macro commented as he considered the narrow street with alleys leading off it.

‘If Ajax was still here, then those people wouldn’t be,’ Cato pointed out.