‘Have all the officers issued marching kit tomorrow morning, whether they are excused from drilling or not. You and me included. And also, find Hamedes and have him join us.’

‘Hamedes?’ Macro smiled. ‘I haven’t seen him for days. Bloody little drill dodger.’

‘He asked me for permission to visit the local temples. He says he knows some of the priests here and is looking for a position once the campaign is over.’

‘And he’s doing this while on the payroll as a scout, I take it.’

‘Naturally.’

‘Then he’ll have to earn his pay. I’ll march him on to the parade ground myself tomorrow morning.’ Macro rubbed his hands at the prospect. ‘What kind of drill did you have in mind?’

‘A route march down the Nile for the First Cohort. We’ll have the legion’s senior officers, and Hamedes, at the head of the column where the men can see us, and be sure to let the drill instructors know that the officers are not to be given any slack.’

Macro stared at him with an amused expression. ‘What do you hope to achieve?’

‘Think of it as an experiment in winnowing. Let’s see if we can separate the chaff from the men.’ Cato folded his arms and turned his attention back to the men of the cohort again. ‘What about the other cohorts?’

‘A similar picture. The cohorts led by good officers will be ready as soon as they’ve had a few more days of hard drilling. The problem units are the Seventh and Ninth Cohorts. They’re commanded by cronies of Aurelius.’

‘Then add them to tomorrow’s route march. The other cohorts can be exercised over the following days.’

‘Yes, sir.’ Macro grinned briefly. ‘What about the auxiliary units?’

While Macro had been put in charge of drilling the legion, Aurelius had ordered him to leave the drilling of the auxiliary cohorts to their prefects. Cato still had oversight of the process. He took a weary breath.

‘Both of the infantry cohorts are in fair shape. Their prefects are looking for a chance to prove themselves and win advancement. So they’ve kept their men on their toes. The Syrian mounted cohort is first class. They know how to look after their horses and they manoeuvre well. The Alexandrian mounted cohort is a different matter. They have something of a superior attitude and their prefect seems to think they are the direct descendants of Alexander’s Companion Cavalry. They drink hard and the discipline is a little sloppy. No question of their elan though. I just hope that they last the distance when the army marches. Then they’ll have a chance to live up to their self-regard.’

‘Or they’ll discover that they’re a bunch of gutless worms and bolt from the battlefield.’

Cato shrugged uncomfortably. Both men were silent for a moment before Macro continued. ‘Any luck with the new legate on the planning front?’