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Chapters (43)
  1. Chapter 1
  2. Chapter 2
  3. Chapter 3
  4. Chapter 4
  5. Chapter 5
  6. Chapter 6
  7. Chapter 7
  8. Chapter 8
  9. Chapter 9
  10. Chapter 10
  11. Chapter 11
  12. Chapter 12
  13. Chapter 13
  14. Chapter 14
  15. Chapter 15
  16. Chapter 16
  17. Chapter 17
  18. Chapter 18
  19. Chapter 19
  20. Chapter 20
  21. Chapter 21
  22. Chapter 22
  23. Chapter 23
  24. Chapter 24
  25. Chapter 25
  26. Chapter 26
  27. Chapter 27
  28. Chapter 28
  29. Chapter 29
  30. Chapter 30
  31. Chapter 31
  32. Chapter 32
  33. Chapter 33
  34. Chapter 34
  35. Chapter 35
  36. Chapter 36
  37. Chapter 37
  38. Epilogue
  39. Historical Afterword
  40. Acknowledgements
  41. About the Author
  42. Letter from Author
  43. Copyright

‘It is insane,’ Hairan said, ‘but brilliant. I have always loved you – although not in the way your mother did.’

‘We have to leave.’ Iudex took a last look into the water, then tipped it away. ‘Now. We are in danger.’

The laughter had died.

‘Anything?’ Valens called up to Aulus.

‘Nothing.’

Valens hesitated. Better to look foolish than to die. ‘Mount up, quickly, no noise.’

They rode down the river, keeping their horses in the stream, hoping the waters might obliterate their tracks. Two smaller watercourses ran off from the river to the west, and after a quarter of an hour a larger one opened into it from the east. They turned into the latter. After no great distance, a grove of willows stood on its banks. They hobbled the horses and left them drinking. Climbing out under the trees, they established a perimeter defence, with the majority of men facing back the way they had come.

They had not long to wait.

A trumpet rang across the plain. At its command, Persian warriors erupted from both banks of the river just south of where they had been camped. Yelling high, thin war cries, the Sassanid horse archers raced to encircle the campsite. Drawing near, they loosed volleys of arrows to drop near vertical down into the riverbed.

‘They will be most disappointed,’ Hairan said.

‘What do we do now?’ Clemens said. ‘We can see them, and when we move they will spot us.’

Valens turned to Narses. ‘How far to the sea?’

‘A long day in the saddle.’

Chapter 31

CHAPTER 31

The Walls of Alexander

THE NEW MOON HUNG LOW over the Caspian. The storm of the day had blown itself out, but the wind was still cold from the north.

From his post on watch, the westernmost fortress stood stark against the night sky. The great wall itself stretched eastwards across the featureless plain until it was lost in the gloom. No one knew when the Walls of Alexander had first been erected. The name of the Macedonian was often given to any structures that were impressive, and whose origins were lost in time. Whoever first designed them, their intention was to keep out the nomad tribes of the Steppe, but they also formed a formidable barrier to anyone attempting to leave the realm of the King of Kings.