The Gladiator (30 page)

‘What are you suggesting we do then?’ Polocrites opened his hands helplessly.

‘We must defend Gortyna.We must not submit to his demands.’

‘How can we defend Gortyna against that host?’ Polocrites rounded on Macro. ‘You’re the soldier here. What chance have we got of holding the city?’

Macro looked up. ‘About as much chance as surviving if the rebels take us hostage.’

The councillor’s jaw slackened, then he turned to his companions. ‘Did you hear? The situation is hopeless.’

‘It’s not hopeless,’ Macro countered sharply. ‘I didn’t say that. It depends on a number of things. The enemy have more men, but they haven’t got much good kit, and they’re not trained soldiers. They don’t have any siege equipment, and they’re going to have to learn how to attack a city from scratch. On the other hand, given the length of the wall we have to defend, and the fact that sections of it are weak where we’ve had to rush the repairs, numbers may well win the day. However, if we can hold them off long enough for Cato to return with reinforcements, then the day is ours.’

‘And how likely is it that your friend has succeeded in reaching Egypt?’

Macro had his doubts. There would have been dangers on the road to the fishing port, then Cato would have had to cross the sea to the African coast, where there might be pirates picking off lone merchant ships. Even if he reached Alexandria he would have to face the sea again on the return journey. Macro’s breath escaped with a frustrated hiss. ‘Centurion Cato . . .’ he paused and glanced at Sempronius, ‘I mean Tribune Cato, is one of the most resourceful officers in the Roman army. If any man can get through to Alexandria and get us the men we need to end this rebellion, it is him.’

‘I see. And how long do you think it will be before he can return with an army powerful enough to destroy the gladiator and his followers?’

‘Hard to say’ Macro pursed his lips. ‘Another ten days at the earliest, but more likely to be nearer twenty.’

Polocrites stared at him for a moment before shaking his head with a chuckle. ‘For some reason I am not encouraged by this news.’ He rose to his feet and turned to the other councillors. ‘There is another way to save Gortyna. To save our people.’ ‘Then tell us,’ said Sempronius. ‘I’m sure we would all be delighted to discover the means to our salvation.’ Polocrites ignored him steadfastly as he addressed his companions.

‘Ajax must know that he will lose many hundreds of his men, perhaps thousands, if he is forced to assault Gortyna. It may also take several days. All of which will dispirit his followers. Every day they are forced to fight us will feed their bloodlust. There will be no mercy ifthey take the city.We will be put to the sword. Our women will be raped and tortured and our children butchered.’

Macro nodded. ‘All the more reason to fight to the last man.’

‘No,’ Polocrites responded sharply. ‘All the more reason to find another way out of the peril we are placed in.’ He continued in a crafty tone. ‘What if we were to offer to hand over the Romans to Ajax? Ifwe were to co-operate in providing his hostages, then surely he would be grateful to the people of Gortyna for sparing his men the need to assault the city, and saving the rebels the time and effort of mounting a siege.’ Polocrites paused briefly, then concluded, ‘I think we can make a separate peace with the rebels.’

There was an uncomfortable silence before Macro laughed. ‘You cheeky Greek bastard! For a moment there I thought you were serious.’

Polocrites turned to him with a deadpan expression. ‘I am serious.’

‘No you’re not.’ Macro smiled. ‘Because if you were, that would make you a dirty little back-stabbing traitor. And if that was the case, then I’d have no choice but to cut your throat and hurl your worthless carcass over the city wall and into the ditch for the dogs to feed on.’

‘You wouldn’t dare,’ Polocrites said quietly.

‘Sorry’ Macro shrugged. ‘Like I said, I’d have no choice. It’d be regrettable but necessary. I’m sure you would understand . . . But since you’re having a joke with us, and you really wouldn’t even contemplate dishonouring yourself in such a cowardly manner, there’s no harm done. Now, you’ve had your fun. There’s no question of surrender, and no question of negotiating with Ajax.’ He paused and casually pulled out his dagger, and carefully edged the point under a fingernail to dislodge some dirt. ‘I do have that right, don’t I?’

The councillors watched Polocrites closely as the man stared at Macro and gauged his chances of escaping the fate Macro had mentioned.

‘I’m sorry.’ Macro looked up from his manicure. ‘Did you say something?’

‘No.’ Macro frowned and slowly rose from his chair. ‘I meant yes.’ Polocrites backed off a step. ‘Yes?’ ‘Yes,’ Polocrites said hurriedly. ‘I was joking.’ ‘Good.’ Macro nodded and carefully replaced his dagger. ‘That’s that then.’ ‘Well,’ Sempronius cleared his throat uneasily, ‘it seems that we are agreed on where we stand, gentlemen. It is important that we present a united front to the defenders and people of Gortyna. There will be no talk of negotiating with the enemy. It is our joint resolve to defend the city, to the end if that is necessary. I trust that is under- stood by you all. Now, on that note of agreement, I am calling this meeting to an end.Thank you for your attention, and your continued support.’ He bowed his head and then indicated the door. Polocrites was the first to leave, sweeping past the others as he strode swiftly out of the room. The rest followed his lead, some shooting nervous glances in Macro’s direction as they departed. When the last of them had gone, Sempronius sighed and slumped back down on to his chair.

‘Hardly an inspiring display of unity.’

‘No, sir.’ Macro chewed his lip. ‘But I think they’ll keep their mouths shut for a little while.’

‘I hope so.’ Sempronius rubbed his temple and shut his eyes. ‘It all comes down to Cato in the end, doesn’t it?’

‘Yes, you’re right.’ Macro went over to the window and rested his hands on the frame as he stared out towards the main camp of the rebels. ‘I meant what I said about him being the best man for the job. The trouble is, being the best is not enough sometimes. He’s pushed his luck in the past and it won’t last for ever.’

‘Don’t write him off too quickly.’ Julia’s voice carried across the room.

Both of the men turned and saw her at the door. She stared at Macro for a moment and then made her way down the gap between the benches and sat on the one nearest her father’s desk.

‘I wasn’t writing him off,’ Macro explained. ‘I’m just concerned for him.’

‘We all are,’ Sempronius added. ‘With good cause. I hope he won’t let us down.’

‘He won’t,’ Macro said firmly. Sempronius turned to his daughter. ‘What brings you here?’ ‘I came to report on the day’s food consumption. Your guards said there was a meeting. I waited outside until it was over.’ ‘I take it you heard everything.’ ‘Most of it.’ Julia nodded. ‘Can’t say I’m very impressed with the locals.What do you intend to do about them, Father?’ ‘Do? Nothing. Not unless they start making trouble for us. If that happens, they can join Glabius in the acropolis cells.’ ‘I’d have that man Polocrites closely watched if I were you.’ ‘She’s right,’ said Macro. ‘The man’s trouble. Might be better to lock him up now, before he can spread any more of his poison.’ Sempronius considered the suggestion for a moment before he shook his head. ‘We’ll leave him be for now. I can’t afford to be making enemies inside the city when we have a far greater danger to deal with. We’re already in enough peril. Which is why I’ve come to a decision.’ He leaned forward and looked steadily at his daughter. ‘I want you to leave Gortyna.’ ‘Leave?’ Julia shook her head in surprise. ‘What are you talking about? I’m staying here. With you.’ ‘That’s impossible. It’s too much of a risk. There is a good chance that Ajax and his army will take Gortyna. If the city falls, I could not bear the thought of what might happen to you.’

‘Father, it’s not as if this is the first time we’ve been under siege.’

‘No, but last time I had no option. We were trapped in Palmyra. There is still time for you to leave Gortyna and make it to the north of the island. You can wait there for news.’

‘I will not go,’ Julia replied firmly. ‘I will stay by your side. I will wait for Cato. And if the city falls, then I will die by my own hand before any of the rebels can touch me. I swear it, Father.’

Sempronius looked pained at her suggestion. He stared at her while he fought with his fear for her safety. ‘Julia. You are my only child.You are the most important thing in my life. I cannot let you remain here where your life is in danger.’

‘Er . . .’ Macro shuffled awkwardly. ‘Would you like me to, ah, leave the room?’

‘No,’ Sempronius replied. ‘Stay’ Julia smiled fondly and reached forward to take his hands. ‘Father I know what I mean to you.’ ‘ N o you don’t. No child does, not until they have children of their own.’ She returned his gaze for a moment and shook her head sadly. ‘I cannot go. I do not want to leave you, and I must be here when Cato returns.’

He leaned wearily back in his chair. ‘I have made my decision. You will leave Gortyna.’

Julia glared at him, then lowered her head and stared at her hands. When she spoke, there was no hiding the strain in her voice. When do you wish me to leave?’

‘Tonight. I suspect that Ajax will want to cut the city off the moment he realises that we will not be agreeing to his demands. If you leave under cover of darkness, you can put some miles between you and Gortyna before dawn. I’ll send a small escort with you. The rebel scouts will miss you ifyou go quietly and head north into the hills. Make for Cnossos.’ He turned to Macro. ‘I want you to pick some good men to escort my daughter from the city.’

‘Sir?’

‘You are to go with them until they have reached a safe distance from Gortyna. Then you can return here.’ A brief look of embarrassment crossed the senator’s face. ‘I know there’s a chance that you might have some trouble getting back, so I won’t order you to do this. I ask it as a favour, to a friend.’

‘Don’t worry, sir,’ Macro replied firmly. ‘I’m happy to do it. For you, and for Cato.’

‘Thank you.’ Sempronius stood up and crossed the room to the window, where he clasped Macro’s arm. ‘You’re a good man. One of the best.’

‘I said I’d do it, sir. You don’t have to go on about it.’

Sempronius laughed. ‘Very well. Go now. Take your pick of the men, the best of the horses and enough rations for the journey. Report back to me as soon as you return.’

‘Yes, sir.’ Macro nodded, and Sempronius released his arm. As Macro made for the door, Julia stepped forward to embrace her father. Sempronius kissed the top of her head. He held her tight for an instant and then let her go. She turned away and hurried from the room without looking back.

Sempronius listened to the light patter of her sandals, soon lost under the harsh clatter of Macro’s nailed boots, then both died away as they left the building. He took a deep breath to calm the pain in his heart and gazed out towards the twinkling sprawl of fires that marked the rebel camps.

‘Cato, my boy,’ he muttered to himself, ‘for pity’s sake don’t fail me now.’

As dawn broke, Yannis woke Cato to point out a trailing column of smoke rising into the sky above the horizon. To their right, the Egyptian coast was two miles off, low-lying and almost feature- less, apart from the occasional cluster ofsmall huts and fishing boats. They had been sailing along the coast since putting in briefly at Darnis to take on water. There were no roads along the coast and Cato had been advised to continue the journey by sea. Once he had learned the rudiments of sailing, Cato and Yannis had taken it in turns to steer the fishing boat while the other Romans did their best to keep out of the way in the small, cramped and stinking craft. The weather had been fine and a westerly breeze meant that they made good time. There had been no need to put in to land each night after leaving Darnis since the moon had lit their way, sparkling dully off the sea. Even though they had made good progress, Cato was fretful, his mind constantly occupied with concern for his friends back in Gortyna. Indeed, he had been dozing, thinking of Julia, when Yannis had shaken his shoulder gently, and now the fisherman looked amused as Cato stirred, wondering what he had just muttered.

‘Yes, what is it?’

‘We’re in sight of the lighthouse. I thought you’d want to know.’

Cato scrambled stiffly up from the side of the boat and balanced his feet against its motion as he stood beside Yannis. He saw the column of smoke at once, and the faint gleam of a polished surface at its base. ‘How far away are we?’

‘I’ve heard that it’s possible to see the top of the lighthouse from twenty or thirty miles away. I’ve been to Alexandria a few times, when I was a soldier. See that sparkle? That’s a huge curved piece of brass, regularly polished. By day it reflects the light of the sun, and at night the flames of the fire that burns at the top of the tower.’

Cato had read of the great lighthouse at Alexandria and felt a tingle of excitement at the thought of seeing such an architectural marvel. From what he recalled, the lighthouse was only one of the landmarks of the city founded by the greatest general in history. Alexandria was also filled with the most brilliant minds in the world, drawn to the vast collection of books in the Great Library. If there was time, Cato firmly resolved to see something of the city.

With a full sail bulging under the pressure of a stiff breeze, the fishing boat surged across the swell, and as the sun climbed into the sky, the other Romansstirred and watched the distant structure slowly crawl above the curve of the horizon. The hours passed and Cato pulled on his felt cap and tipped the fringe down to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun. By noon the port itself was clearly visible, and beyond, the vast expanse of the city. At the heart of Alexandria were the various complexes of temples, markets, palaces and the Great Library, huge edifices worthy of a city that had a population almost as great as that of Rome. Yannis pointed out the two harbours, the nearest of which had to be approached cautiously due to the dangerous shoals and rocks that lined its entrance. Scores of ships lay at anchor, or moored to the quay, where a multitude of tiny figures laden with cargo toiled between the ships and the long row of warehouses that faced the wharf.