The officer hurriedly passed it to his commander and Aurelius pointed the end at his diagram. The officers pressed forward for a better view.

‘This is the Nile, from Diospolis Magna to the first cataract. The Nubians’ plan is now obvious. They divided their force to allow them to send this column round and take my army from both front and rear. We have put a stop to that scheme, and now we have an opportunity to pay them back in kind.’ Aurelius pointed towards Diospolis Magna. ‘I will lead the main force up the Nile to confront Prince Talmis. Since he outnumbers me I am certain that he will stand his ground, especially if we can close on him before he becomes aware that we have crushed the column entrusted to the rebel gladiator. The enemy will think that we are walking into their trap.’ The legate paused, and then smiled cunningly as he sketched out the movements on his diagram. ‘However, it is we who will be springing a trap. As I lead the main advance down the eastern bank, Tribune Cato will take the auxiliary units and march swiftly down the western bank, cross over behind the Nubians and attack their rear. Caught between the two forces, they will be annihilated.’ He looked up, his eyes wide with excitement. ‘It is as elegant a plan as it is simple. I am sure you all grasp that.’

He paused, as if that he was ready to entertain comments, or perhaps he was daring any of his officers to defy him, Cato mused. He eased himself forward, wincing as his bruised arm brushed past Junius. ‘Sir, permission to speak.’

‘Of course, Tribune.’