Cato briefly wondered if he had ever met so supine a hunting dog. He thrust the thought aside and cleared his throat. ‘Sir, it is possible that the enemy are also using this time to call on reinforcements. In any case, the longer they remain on Roman soil the greater the damage they do to the province. The natives are bound to feel resentment that they have been left to the mercy of the invader.’

‘All part of the exigencies of war, alas.’

Cato could see that this line of argument would not be productive, and so switched his tactics. He nodded thoughtfully before he continued. ‘Something occurs to me, sir.’

‘Oh?’

‘While I understand your prudence in delaying the opening of the campaign, other men far removed from this theatre of war will wonder at the delay.’

‘Only because they lack full understanding of the circumstances,’ Aurelius countered.

‘Yes, sir. But that will not stop them muttering. My chief fear is that Governor Petronius will anticipate the musings of such men and be concerned lest he be thought to have sanctioned your inaction, as he might see it. When your request for reinforcements arrives, I fear that it may spur the governor’s anxiety that the campaign is not being fought to a swift conclusion. Anxiety was ever the enemy of sound judgement, sir. What if the governor felt impelled to replace you with a commander less inclined to prudence? Some hothead who would lead the army in a wild dash straight at the enemy, with little thought.’

Aurelius stared directly at Cato. ‘That could lead to disaster. I see what you mean. And there’s no shortage of ambitious men in Alexandria who will regard me with envy now that the fates have elevated me to command of the army.’ He nodded. ‘Men like that thug Decius Fulvius. He’s always looked down on me. The thought of that fool being placed in charge of the campaign is frightening.’

‘Yes, sir. It is your duty to make sure that the governor has no excuse to send such a man to take command of the army.’ Cato did not mention that it was more than likely that Fulvius was still attached to the force in Crete.

‘Yes . . . Yes, it is my duty,’ Aurelius nodded. ‘Damn, I should never have sent that request. It’s too late now.’ He closed his eyes and made a quick calculation. ‘It will take at least another two days for the message to arrive. Perhaps a day for the governor to react and then five days to send a reply.’ He blinked. ‘I must move fast. The army must be on the march before any reply can reach Diospolis Magna. Within the next seven days. I must consult my staff.’ Aurelius paused, and then looked again at Cato. ‘I must apologise. You were here to discuss a training matter, I believe.’