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  Plautius could not stomach remaining in the same tent as the freedman and, grasping the pannier bags, he clapped a hand on to Vespasian's shoulder and led him out of the tent. Outside, in the clerks' tent, and out of the Imperial Secretary's hearing, Plautius spoke softly to his subordinate.

  'You'd better get back to your legion. I want your Third Cohort stood to, unarmed, in tunics only and under guard.'

  'Why, sir? Why shame them so?'

  'Because they need shaming. They need to know that every man in the cohort is held to account, whatever their rank. It'll serve as a warning to the other cohorts.'

  'But, sir-' Vespasian's exhausted mind was reeling with the way that the inquiry was being rushed through at this mad speed.'Think of the men's morale. This will bring shame to the whole legion and all the spirit we've built up on the campaign will be pissed away.'

  Plautius stopped walking, and turned towards him with raised eyebrows. 'Pissed away? That's an awfully common expression. I think you've been spending rather too long in the company of the lower orders…Perhaps you should return to Rome before you forget who you are.'

  'I know who I am,' Vespasian replied coolly. 'And I know what's right and what's wrong. I'm telling you, this inquiry is a mistake. Nothing good can come of it… sir.'

  Plautius stared back at him. 'I think you forget yourself, Legate. I've given you an order. Get back to your legion and have everything ready for the hearing. As soon as I've discussed these statements with my clerks I'll ride over and join you and we'll start immediately. If the preparations are not complete by then, I may have to widen the scope of the inquiry beyond the officers of your Third Cohort. Do I make myself clear?'

  'Yes, sir.'

  'Then go.'

  05 The Eagles Prey

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Senior Tribune Plinius filled his lungs and shouted the order. 'Centurions… to the front!'

  Outside the headquarters tents of the Second Legion the men of Maximius' cohort stood in well-ordered ranks. They were made visible in the night by the wavering glare of scores of torches held aloft by the legionaries of the First Cohort assigned to guard them. Unlike their comrades Maximius' men were not armed, they were not even permitted to wear their armour, only plain tunics. They were under judgement, and as such might soon be cast out of the camp as a punishment for their failure to hold the ford the day before. Some of the men looked terrified. As well they might, thought Cato as he marched over towards the senior tribune. They would be without shelter from the elements and without weapons to defend themselves against any enemy patrols that might want to take a few easy heads from the Roman invaders. For however long the punishment lasted.

  Cato fell into line with the other centurions behind the tribune, and the escort formed up on either side.

  'Forward!' called the tribune, and the party marched towards the entrance to the largest tent. The flaps were tied back and an orange-hued light spilled out from the oil-lamp stands inside. Through the flaps Cato could see that the clerks' desks had been rearranged so that a long table was set against the rear of the tent, leaving an open space in front of it. A smaller arrangement of tables ran down one side and a number of clerks were already seated there, preparing their writing materials for keeping a record of the inquiry.

  Tribune Plinius marched the centurions and their escort inside the tent and indicated that they were to stand in a line in front of the empty table. The escort formed up behind them, hands resting on the pommels of their swords. The clerks sat beside their tablets, styluses to hand, ready to begin. Then all was still and silent as they waited in the stuffy heat for the presiding officers to appear. Cato, who had never witnessed such an event before, was terrified but determined not to let it show as he stood stiff as his vine cane and stared directly ahead. As they waited, he let his glance slip to the side and saw that Felix's fingers were clenching and unclenching into a fist, over and over again. He suddenly turned his head slightly and caught Cato's eyes. Cato's gaze flickered down momentarily and he gave a slight nod. Felix followed the direction indicated and looked surprised when he saw his hand moving, almost as if it belonged to another. He abruptly stopped the nervous tic and winked his gratitude to Cato before facing forward again. For his part, Cato was relieved to find someone who felt as nervous as he did.

  A side flap was thrust open and the camp prefect entered the tent. He stepped smartly to one side and bellowed, 'Senior officers present! All rise!'

  The clerks immediately stood up and snapped to attention along with the other men in the room as the legate and the general entered the tent and walked briskly to their seats. There was a brief pause before Narcissus followed them inside and sat beside the general. As soon as he had taken his seat the camp prefect called out, 'At ease!'

  General Plautius began proceedings at once. 'Before the inquiry commences I want it entered in the record that the exigencies of the situation require the circumventing of normal procedure in order that the inquiry is completed as swiftly as possible. To that end, I require that sentencing take place directly upon completion of the inquiry process, and that execution of any sentence be carried out as soon as possible.'

  The officers of the Third Cohort glanced at each other anxiously at this curtailment of their rights. Any hearing in a settled garrison fortress would be far more protracted, but here in the field it was necessary for justice to take a more direct route. However, this flouting of even the most basic procedures stunned the centurions.

  Before anyone could protest the general continued, 'This inquiry has been called to determine whether the performance of the officers and men of the Third Cohort, Second Legion conforms to the standards required of those who serve in the name of Emperor Claudius and the senate and people of Rome. The charges laid before the inquiry are that on the ides of August last, the commander of the cohort, Gaius Norbanus Maximius, failed to obey orders and by such dereliction of duty permitted the escape of some five thousand enemy soldiers. Furthermore, it is charged by Centurion Maximius that Centurion Lucius Cornelius Macro failed to carry the battle to the enemy with sufficient determination in defending the island in the middle of the ford. It is also charged by Centurion Maximius that the Third Cohort failed to engage the enemy with sufficient vigour and determination in its subsequent defence of the near bank of the ford. However, it is my view, after carefully considering the evidence submitted to me, that the Third Cohort and all its officers are equally culpable in regard to all the charges specified. Before judgement is passed, does any officer wish the opportunity to answer the charges?'

  General Plautius looked up and waited for one of the centurions to respond. Macro's jaw was clenched with bitter anger as he took in his betrayal by Centurion Maximius. He could not trust himself to speak, nor to turn to his right and look past Tullius to the man who had lied so completely to his officers in an effort to escape the blame for his failure to do his duty. Even more unforgivable was his attempt to spread the blame even further by accusing the cohort as a whole of cowardice.

  'Sir, if I may?'

  Every pair of eyes turned towards Vespasian.

  'You may speak, Legate. As long as you keep it brief, and to the point.'

  'Yes, sir, I will. I wish to have it entered on the record that I oppose all the charges specified.'

  Plautius' eyes widened in surprise at this show of open revolt against his judgement. He swallowed nervously before he responded. 'On what grounds?'

  Vespasian weighed his words with care. 'On the grounds that the charges are too narrow in scope. While I do not deny that the Third Cohort failed to act with sufficient speed or valour in carrying out their duties, the fact is that they were only ever required to defend the crossing against fugitives of the main battle. A battle that should have been fought in front of either of the other two fords. It was never anticipated that Maximius and his men would face the entire enemy army.' Vespasian paused and took a deep breath before getting to the meat of his accusation. 'The que
stion I would like entered on the official record is, what reason can be given for the failure of the army of General Plautius to force the enemy to give battle before the two major crossings, as the general had planned?'

  This time the shock and surprise of those in the tent was so profound that there was a long silence while the men glanced from general to legate, and back to their general as they waited for his response to Vespasian's open attack. Cato could sense the tension in the tent like the air that precedes a violent storm. Plautius stared at the legate for a moment and then glanced at Narcissus. The Imperial Secretary gave a slight shake of the head. Plautius turned back to the other men arranged around the tent.

  'That question is outside the scope of this inquiry, and therefore irrelevant.' He glanced towards the clerks.'It will not be entered into the official record.'

  'That's not acceptable, sir.'

  'It is acceptable, Legate. On my authority.'

  'Sir, you cannot condemn men on the basis that they failed to hold the line in the face of vastly superior forces.'

  Plautius smiled. 'There is a precedent for heroic sacrifice in every army.'

  'It happens,' Vespasian conceded.'But when such a situation was forced upon the Third Cohort by the failure of others to press home their attack, surely a double standard is being applied? You would condemn these men and their legionaries on the basis that they failed in their duty. Yet you would not condemn those men, under your direct command, who failed to attack swiftly enough to close the trap you originally conceived. It is by their failure to carry out their orders that the enemy managed to evade the trap, and fall upon the Third Cohort in overwhelming numbers.'

  The legate had overdone it, thought Cato, glancing around the room. The shock on the faces of the officers in the tent was eloquent expression of just how far Vespasian had breached the accepted protocols for such an inquiry. The general glared at his subordinate, so consumed with anger and surprise that he did not know how to proceed for a moment. Then he cleared his throat and turned to the clerks.

  'Make a note for the records. The legate has registered an objection to the conduct of the inquiry. At a future date, to be determined, a subsequent inquiry will be held to investigate his claims of impropriety. Now, we must deal with the matter of the present inquiry. Charge by charge. Centurion Maximius.'

  'Yes, sir?'

  'Do you deny disobeying your orders?'

  'Yes, sir.'

  'Yes?'

  'We marched towards the ford as quickly as we could, sir. On reaching the fort I decided that it would be dangerous to proceed while an enemy column threatened our flank. We closed with and destroyed the raiders and then continued to the ford, sir. In accordance with our orders.'

  'Was your decision to destroy the raiders immediately determined by tactical considerations alone?'

  'Of course, sir,' Maximius replied without the slightest hesitation.

  'And did any of your officers try to dissuade you?'

  'I recall that there was some disagreement, sir. There was too little time to explain the situation to the individual concerned. Besides, when a senior centurion gives an order, that should be the end of the discussion.'

  'Quite so.' Plautius nodded and then turned his gaze on Macro.'On the matter of the second charge, Centurion Macro, why was the ford not adequately defended before the enemy arrived?'

  Macro tore his eyes away from Maximius, recomposed his livid expression and cleared his throat noisily. 'Because there weren't as many men there as there should have been, sir. That, and the fact that we found only a handful of usable trenching tools at the depot. The raiders had burned the rest. When I reached the ford, we didn't have enough tools, nor enough time to prepare a ditch and rampart. The best defence I could make was to erect a barrier on the island and place some sharpened stakes into the crossing. We had only a handful of axes and most had to cut wood with their swords.'

  'Fair enough. I accept there was little chance to prepare anything better. But why did you fall back before the rest of the cohort could reach the ford? Had you received many casualties?'

  'No, sir.'

  'Were you outflanked?'

  'No, sir.'

  'Then why break off contact and retreat? I assume you had a good reason.'

  Macro looked surprised. 'Why, of course, sir.'

  'Go on.'

  'The enemy's second attack had cleared away a section of our defences and they were preparing a fresh assault on our line. They were using heavy infantry, formed into a testudo, sir. Soon as I saw that I knew we'd have to give ground, link up with Centurion Maximius and try to hold the bank on our side of the river.'

  'A testudo?' Plautius smiled faintly. 'You claim they formed a testudo?'

  'Yes, sir. Made quite a decent job of it too.'

  'Oh, I'm sure they did, Centurion. Decent enough to send you running.'

  'I didn't run, sir,' Macro growled. 'Never have and never will.'

  'What did you do, then?'

  'I think you'll find it referred to as a fighting withdrawal in the manuals, sir.'

  'We'll see about that…' General Plautius looked down at his notes. 'On to the last charge. Centurion Maximius, would you say that your men prosecuted the defence of the ford as effectively as they might have done?'

  'Frankly, sir, no. No, I don't. The lads were tired, sir. We'd run the last mile or so to the ford and gone straight into the fight with no time to recover. The men were exhausted and, well, as soon as they saw how many of the enemy there were on the far side waiting to come across and fight us…'

  'Yes?'

  Maximius looked down at his boots.'I think they got scared, sir. Fight went right out of them. So we pulled back and waited for support. I had no choice. No sense in throwing the cohort away if it wasn't prepared to fight.' He looked up defiantly.'On any other day-'

  'Centurion!' Plautius snapped. 'There's never another day. Just the one you're in. You, and your men, have failed to live up to the standards required of legionaries.'

  The general paused before passing his judgement. He intended more than a cheap theatrical effect. The men must have some moments to anticipate their fate with a growing sense of dread.

  'The Third Cohort will be denied shelter for six months. They will be denied the shelter of barracks. Their standards will be stripped of any decorations. Pay will be suspended and their rations restricted to barley and water. Sentence effective immediately.'

  Despite the prospect of half a year of unremitting discomfort, Cato felt more shame than anything else. Every unit in the army would know that he, and the other officers and men of the cohort, had failed in their duty. Their bare standards would be badges of dishonour everywhere they marched. He knew that the shadow of this evening's judgement would linger over him longer than six months; men's memory of the crime always outlived the duration of the punishment.

  The general slapped his slate notebook closed and was about to rise when the Imperial Secretary leaned towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

  'A moment, if you please, General.'

  'What is it?'

  Narcissus leaned closer and spoke in a low voice so that only Plautius would hear. The silence in the tent was unnatural as everyone else kept quite still and strained to catch any of the words passing between the two men. Plautius listened a moment, before a look of horror flitted over his face, and he shook his head. Narcissus spoke intently, stabbing his finger in the general's direction to emphasise his points. At length the general appeared to give way, and nodded solemnly. He turned to Vespasian and whispered something. Vespasian stared ahead, at the officers of his Third Cohort, lips compressed tightly.

  General Plautius leaned back and folded his hands together before he addressed the other men in the tent. 'In view of the seriousness of the Third Cohort's dereliction of duty, and in order to set an example to the rest of the army serving in this province and beyond, the sentence has been revised to include decimation. Lots to be drawn by centuries im
mediately. Executions will take place at dawn, the day after next, before an assembly of units representing each of the legions. Tribune! Take the officers out to join their men.'

  As the centurions filed out of the headquarters tent Cato watched their expressions as they passed. Maximius looked down, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. Tullius looked ashen-faced. Macro was still angry and communicated his bitter resentment to Cato with a slight shake of the head as he marched stiffly by. Felix and Antonius appeared stunned. Then Cato turned and joined the end of the line as the escort marched them outside. He felt numb, and the hard reality of the world around him seemed somehow distant and vague.

  Decimation. He'd only ever read of it: the most dreadful of the field punishments that could be imposed upon the men of the legions. One man in ten, selected by lot, would be beaten to death by his comrades. The odds made him feel sick with fear.

  The centurions were returned to their places in front of their centuries and then all were made to wait in silence, in the wavering glare of the reed torches, until six clerks emerged from the headquarters tent. Each carried a plain Samian ware jar. They spread out, one heading towards each of the centuries of the Third Cohort. When they were in position, Tribune Plinius stepped forward.

  'Every man in each century is to draw a corn tally from the jar in front of them. If you draw a white tally you will return to your unit. Any man who draws a black tally will be escorted to one side.'

  A groan of despair welled up from the Third Cohort as they realised the nature of their punishment.

  'Silence!' screamed the senior tribune. 'You will be silent when a senior officer addresses you!'

  He glowered at the terrified men on parade in front of him. 'Begin!'

  The legionaries approached the clerks by sections to draw their lots. Beside each clerk stood two men from the First Cohort, one holding a torch above the jar to ensure that each man's tally was clearly visible when it emerged and the other to escort the unlucky ones away. Cato turned towards his men.