He looked round, but the officers kept their silence as they waited for him to respond to the centurion’s remarks. Cato nodded. ‘Very well, then. Your comments are noted. Now, hear my words.’ Cato stared round the room. ‘There will be no request. There is no time to refer the matter to the governor. I have assumed command legally and I will not tolerate any attempt to question my authority. The situation is too serious for playing games, gentlemen. The province is in great danger. We must deal with the threat swiftly and decisively. You may make all the protests you like once the Nubians have been defeated.’

The centurion rose again. ‘Sir, might I ask what was wrong with the original plan? Legate Aurelius—’

‘Acting Legate Aurelius,’ Macro interrupted. ‘Rather, Former Acting Legate Aurelius.’

The centurion shot Macro a hostile look before he continued. ‘The previous commander’s plan seemed sound enough to me. Your plan seems to be rather less subtle and far less likely to result in the trapping and destruction of the Nubians . . . sir.’

‘Really?’ Cato responded flatly. ‘Forgive me, but I thought it was a common maxim of military strategy not to divide a weaker force in the face of a stronger one. Or do you do things differently here in Egypt?’

The sarcastic note of the last comment was not lost on the centurion and his companions. Cato ignored the brief chorus of mutters and continued. ‘Aurelius’s plan would have led to disaster. Our forces would each be defeated in turn and then Prince Talmis would be free to rampage across the province until such time as the Emperor could assemble an army large enough to drive the Nubians out. Meanwhile, the damage to wheat production and the destruction of the cities along the Nile would take many years to recover from. The same fate would await Egypt if we just sit on our arses and wait for a new commander to be sent to us. The only course of action that stands any chance of saving the army and the province is to strike at the enemy at once, with every man we can scrape together.’ Cato paused and looked over the faces of the officers, men he needed to make his own if he was to have any chance of success. He moderated his tone when he spoke again.