‘Of course I do.’ Macro smiled. ‘But then I’m not the one taking control of the army. If nothing else, it proves that you’ve got balls of solid iron, my friend.’

‘Oh?’ Cato turned to him. ‘Don’t think for a moment that I’m the only one who is sticking his neck out. I might be taking on the command of this army, but my first act is going to be to make you my camp prefect. So you’d better hope we come out of this covered in glory because the alternative won’t smell nearly so sweet.’

‘The thing that is puzzling me is how the hell Ajax could have got away from us,’ Macro fumed as he settled on one of the comfortable stools in the legate’s quarters. ‘We had the right tomb. His men had been in there and he had left two of his injured behind. We didn’t miss any side passages or openings. So he must have got out before we closed the trap.’

‘Obviously.’

‘But then how did he get out of the valley? He couldn’t have climbed out, not without being seen, and he couldn’t have got by us.’

Cato was silent for a moment. ‘He didn’t. We got past him.’

Macro frowned. ‘What are you talking about?’

‘Think it through, Macro. As soon as we knew which tomb he was in we made straight for it. Marched right into the valley and turned up that side track towards the tomb you searched. So what do you think happened?’

Macro thought a moment and took a sharp breath. ‘It couldn’t be that simple, surely?’

Cato shrugged. ‘How else could he have escaped? He must have heard us march by. By the gods, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had been bold enough to watch us from one of those tombs at the entrance to the valley. As soon as we passed out of sight, he and his men emerged, crept back down the track towards the Nile and made their escape.’

‘He could be anywhere by now,’ Macro reflected.

‘That’s right.’

Macro shook his head in wonder. ‘Ajax has to be the most cunning bastard we’ve ever had to deal with, aside from that little shit Narcissus back in Rome. He must have known we’d try to work out his hiding place, then he let us see just enough to convince our scouts before switching his men to another tomb. Clever.’

‘Yes, clever. Or perhaps there’s another reason he got away from us.’

‘You mean luck? He just happened to switch tombs at just the right moment? Unlikely.’