‘Ah, there you have me.’ Cato clicked his tongue. ‘That’s what I said to the governor. But he was adamant that the Nubians had to be dealt with first. He’s probably right,’ Cato conceded. ‘So, it’s back to the army for both of us. Of course, that may yet serve our purpose.’ Cato leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. ‘The last we heard of Ajax was that he was heading up the Nile. He’s on the run. He doesn’t have many men left. The question is, what would you do in his place?’

Macro scratched his neck. ‘Look for a new base to operate from. Find new allies . . .’ He looked at Cato and cocked an eyebrow. ‘The Nubians?’

‘That’s my thought.’

Macro was not so certain. ‘It’s a bit of a long shot. Why would he do that? Why not just find a nice quiet route out of the province and bugger off to some far corner of the Empire and cause trouble there?’

‘Because the Nubians offer him the best chance of doing more damage to Rome.’

‘And why would the Nubians take him on?’

‘Wouldn’t you? You’ve seen the handiwork of Ajax and his men. They’d be a useful asset to any army.’

‘I suppose,’ Macro responded thoughtfully. ‘Though I doubt Ajax will take kindly to receiving orders rather than giving them. Trust me, Cato, I’ve had the chance to watch the man at length. He is determined to serve no master but himself.’

‘We all have to swallow our pride sometimes.’ Cato eased himself back. ‘I could be wrong. He might already be on his way out of the province. But I doubt it. Not while we’re here.’ A sudden insight struck him. ‘In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was hoping that we would be joining the army sent against the Nubians. All the more reason to join forces with them.’

‘He hates us that much?’

Cato recalled the insane rage in Ajax’s expression the night they had fought in the village and a familiar cold chill rippled down his spine. ‘Yes. Yes, he does. I’m certain of it. And that is the only advantage we have right now.’

Hamedes cleared his throat. ‘So, sir, when are you leaving for the upper Nile?’

‘Tomorrow. There’s a military convoy being loaded at the quay on Lake Mareotis. We’ve been given berths on one of the barges. We leave at dawn.’

‘That soon?’ Macro thought a moment and shrugged. ‘Why not? If Ajax is waiting for us there, the sooner we deal with the bastard the better.’ He turned to Hamedes. ‘Looks like we’ll be parting company. Here’s to you.’ He raised his cup. ‘As gypo guides go, you’re all right.’

Hamedes looked at Cato. ‘Is that a compliment, sir?’

‘From him? Oh yes.’ Cato lifted his cup as well. ‘Thanks for your help.’