Chapters (72)
- When The Eagle Hunts
- When The Eagle Hunts
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter One
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Two
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Three
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Four
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Five
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Six
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Seven
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Eight
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Nine
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Ten
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Eleven
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Twelve
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Thirteen
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Fourteen
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Fifteen
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Sixteen
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Seventeen
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Eighteen
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Nineteen
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Twenty
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Twenty-One
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Thirty
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Thirty-One
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- When The Eagle Hunts
- Chapter Thirty-Five
He paused, and then threw himself down, and Cato did likewise, eyes and ears straining. Then Cato saw them: two men, silhouetted against the starry sky, patrolling along the top of the first rampart. Their conversation carried down the slope and the light-hearted tone suggested they were not being as diligent in their duties as they should. Clearly, the harsh discipline of sentry duty in the legions did not apply here. When the patrol had passed by, they rose from the ground and began scrambling up the grassy slope of the rampart. The gradient was severe and Cato was soon panting with the exertion of the climb, wondering how much harder this would be in full armour and with a full equipment load should the Second Legion launch an attack on the hill fort.
They reached the top of the rampart and dropped flat again. Now that he was actually on the defences, Cato was even more in awe of their scale. A narrow track ran along the first rampart, stretching out on either side as far as he could see in the moonlight. On the other side, the ground fell away steeply to form a deep trench, before rising up again to the second rampart. At the bottom of the trench there was a strange cross-hatching pattern which Cato could not quite make out. Then he realised what it was. A band of sharpened stakes, set into the ground at different angles lay in wait to impale any attacker who made it this far. No doubt the trench between the second and third ramparts contained more of the same wicked points.
‘Go!’ Prasutagus whispered.
Crouching low, they crossed the patrol path and half ran, half slid down the other side of the rampart, taking care to slow their descent as they neared the sharp points at the bottom. The stakes had been cleverly arranged, so that a man who managed to negotiate one stake would find himself immediately facing the point of another. Any attempt by a group to rash through would result in a bloodbath, and Cato prayed that Vespasian had the sense not to attempt a direct assault. If he survived this night it was vital that he warn the legate of the dangers that faced his legionaries.