The Antonine Romans and The Bid For Peace

The Antonine Romans and The Bid For Peace

By

Andrew Boyce

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Novella 8. Deva Roman Fort (Modern Day Chester) is under seige. Tribune Lacitus must use all of his skills to escape the Fort and find the King to negotiate a peace face to face! Otherwise, Deva will fall!

Chapter 1.
Tribune Lacitus looked through a narrow slit in the palisade, watching a cluster of the enemy laughing and joking. His left hand clenched tightly such that his fingernails began to dig into his hands.
His brother - Centurion Antallius, approached. "You will need to calm down, brother!"
"I can't!" Lacitus released his fingers a little as his palm was hurting. The thought of the seige was bad enough, let alone the fall of Deva Fort, once the potential jewel of The West and gateway to Hibernia across the sea.
Lacitus looked at his brother. "As Tribune and finding myself in charge of this sorry situation, it is up to me to get us out of this. By us, I mean you and me and The Twentieth Legion. As our due favour for positions in Rome has not materialised, it is up to me."
Antallius looked at his older brother. He was full of admiration for him but at the same time also frustrated that Lacitus always took the weight of the world onto his shoulders. Surely the Roman Army was more than one man, but then again, Victory required the leadership of one man.
Antallius thought of what he could say. "I'm sure Simitus and Andreah will provide our favour back to Rome."
Lacitus felt the anger build again, his fingernails digging into his palm once more. "Perhaps it was empty promises! Perhaps they don't have the ear to Our Emperor after all! After all that we have done for them, for the good of The Empire!"
"Don't do that to your hand, brother."
Lacitus looked at the fingernail marks on his palm. It was a wonder that the skin had not been broken. "No, it is up to me to get us all out of this situation and to keep our family's name intact. We will talk further tonight about my plan."
"I will do all I can to help."
"I know." As the two brothers turned, a cold wind blew that caused them both to shudder, just as the shudder of Simitus and Andreah as they woke from their beds in The Londinium Mithraeum, the secret religious sect with links to The Emperor.
Andreah dressed hurriedly and opened her door to the long corridor. Glancing briefly at the paperwork that had already been left for them, purposefully Andreah walked to the door at its end, knocked briefly and entered. "I have had a Vision!" This was what both Andreah and Simitus had decided to call the strong, overwhelming feeling they had from time to time for something or someone.
The High Priest - Simitus, sat on top of his bed, looking at his Assistant. "I know. I have had it too. Lacitus is in trouble."
Andreah stared back at her mentor. They had worked together for so long that between them, they were an effective Unit for The Emperor's work.
Simitus breathed in and out slowly, trying to feel calm. "Have the new Rome postings arrived from The Emperor for Lacitus and his brother?"
Andreah shook her head. "No. Nothing." Simitus would be unable to function without the efficiency and ability of Andreah's administration, such that Andreah had known the answer instantly.
"Well," announced Simitus reluctantly. "With our Visions, that may now be of little matter. Perhaps they are both now no longer. We will know soon enough from our next report from Castus."
Andeah nodded. "Sometimes I wish I lived a different life."
"But you are here, as am I. Our work for The Empire goes on. Shall we make an early start of our business?"
"Yes. I see that some papers have already arrived."

Chapter 2.
Ideas had always come easily to Tribune Lacitus. Perhaps, he thought, this helped explain why he had been so successful in his role - up until now.
He knew what he had to do. To end this seige he had to deal with the leader Tannan of this Cornovii tribe, one to one, in a bid for peace. Lacitus considered that a further battle may be one too many for this small garrison, leading to the fall of Deva Fort. Secretly he must meet with this leader alone, to avoid this defeat and bloodshed.
From Intelligence, Lacitus knew exactly where to find Tannan and how to get there. He would be found to the edge of Viroconium Cornoviorum, the base of the Cornovii.
Lacitus understood that Viroconium was an impressive Romanised settlement, having grown from the original Roman Fort. Indeed, the Cornovii had moved there from their original Hillfort The Wrekin, during peaceable times, but now once more, peace seemed distant to Lacitus.
The first task for Lacitus was to get out of Deva Fort unnoticed, for which Lacitus had devised a plan.
Antallius looked at his brother. "Castus is never going to fall for this one, Lacitus!"
"He will!" Lacitus finished smearing the charcoal around his eyes, with the remaining excess smoothed into his stubble of his normally shaved face.
Lacitus then put on a sword belt over his legionary's attire that Antallius had brought to him.
"All you have to say is that I am Hassan, one of the new recruits from the East. You are showing me all about Guard Duty after which Hassan can train up his fellow Eastern troops."
Antallius rubbed his chin. "I don't like it but I'll do what you say." A slight smile came to Antallius as a thought came to him. "Remember how good I was in the plays we put on for mum and dad?"
"Exactly! We can do it!" Lacitus was unsure himself. He had never failed before but why should he continually assume that everything he did should succeed?
Lacitus stood still, his preparations done, his disguise complete. "So. Do I look like my name is Hassan, a new legionary recruit from the East?"
Antallius looked his brother up and down. The face had indeed changed with the darker eyes and Tribune Lacitus was never to be seen unshaven, unlike the rough stubbled face just now. Tribune Lacitus was also always immaculately dressed, compared to this legionary's attire.
All in all, Antallius raised his eyebrows. "By Jupiter! You don't look like Lacitus at all! Well Hassan, let's get you to The Eastern Gate!'
Chapter 3.
Legionary Castus was tired. He enjoyed Guard Duty but sometimes he wished this was only for during the day. Yes, he enjoyed the peace and quiet, but he had always been one to like a good night's sleep. Looking out, he watched a group of the Cornovii sway slightly, a little too much drink for one night, to ease the boredom of this on-going seige.
His companion for the night was not the greatest of conversationalists, in fact little had been said. As such, Castus was looking forward to them being relieved soon by the next Watch.
As if by some divine intervention, the next Watch appeared out of the gloom. Castus recognised the marching figure of Antallius walking smartly towards The Eastern Gate, with a legionary he did not recognise, who was one pace behind.
Centurion Antallius saluted, followed by the salute of the legionary, which Castus thought was quite sloppy.
"Password please!"
"Gold!"
"Thank you, Centurion Antallius. Nothing to report. The enemy continues to rest outside, very little movement from them. The seige continues."
"Thank you, Legionary Castus. You and Legionary Martius are relieved. This is Legionary Hassan, one of the new recruits from the East. I am going to train him up on Guard Duty and then he can train some of his colleagues accordingly."
Legionary Hassan saluted again and again Castus thought it was sloppy. There was something familiar about Legionary Hassan's face but he couldn't quite think why.
Legionaries Castus and Martius saluted, their shifts done, time to march away. Castus was already looking forward to his bed but there was something about Legionary Hassan that was bothering him.
"Martius. You carry on. I'm going to stand here for a few moments to get some air. I'm feeling a little sick."
"I'm always telling you not to eat so fast, Castus! Do you want me to stand with you?"
"No, on you go, Martius. I'll stay out here for a while."
"Very well. I'll see you later. Goodnight, Castus."
"Goodnight, Martius." Castus watched Martius march into the distance before turning his eyes back to The Eastern Gate. From his dark position at the edge of the courtyard, Castus tried to think why Legionary Hassan 's face was troubling him.
Watching the two men walk along the palisade towards the side wall, Castus was surprised at what he saw. Legionary Hassan, now in a dark tunic, was clasping Centurion Antallius's arm and then embracing. Castus watched as Antallius secured the rope and Lacitus went over the top and out of sight.
As Castus watched Antallius gather up the rope, Castus had his answer. That was not a "Legionary Hassan" at all! That was Tribune Lacitus in disguise! By Jupiter! What on Earth is going on?
Chapter 4.
Lacitus made his way down the rope. He felt a thrill of excitement, an escape from all his bureaucratic duties that seemed to have taken over his life since becoming Tribune. If it wasn't some report from some General, it was some report from his Intelligence, the reading material was endless.
Now, thought Lacitus, an opportunity to get back into the action - meet face to face with the leader of the Cornovii and have this seige ended.
Lacitus felt his left foot slipping as he neared the ground, resulting in one less step that he wanted, giving a thud of a landing onto some bushes.
"Hey you! Stop!'
Lacitus could not believe his bad luck. He began to run for the trees, hindered by his knee from his imperfect descent.
"Hey! Hey!"
Normally he would be able to outrun anybody - the keen, sporty military Tribune, but with this injured knee his escape was in the balance.
He had picked this spot for the rope as he knew this was the point where the trees were closest to The Fort. Another few moments, he would reach the trees and have more shelter to escape.
"Hey! Hey you! Stop!"
This enemy! How did he happen to be there! Lacitus wished the man would stop shouting. Sure enough, the shouts had alerted more of his group and Lacitus saw at least three others join the chase as he entered the trees.
Lacitus dodged one way and then another, still aiming to make progress away. No-one would catch him, he thought! Always first in any sports or hunting. But this time he was the hunted. Out of the corner of his eye he saw some of the enemy closing in from his left. He darted to the right but became aware of the enemy there, too.
Lacitus changed direction again, now running straight ahead. If he couldn't outwit his enemy, he could certainly beat them in a sprint - many running titles would make sure of that He urged himself on. After the trees, he knew there was clear, open ground and the opportunity to distance himself from his pursuers.
The trees ended and Lacitus made a new effort to increase his speed. Sure enough the shouts of the enemy were fading and Lacitus allowed himself a slight smile, remembering in a split moment the same feeling of leading the races and the winning momentos gathering dust at home in Rome.
He was running freely now, his knee managing to put up with any pain. "Uncatchable they used to call me! Uncatchable!" The searing pain was instant as the javelin thumped into his back. "No!" Lacitus slowed, coming to a stop soon after, going down automatically to his knees.
Lacitus looked up, his weight being supported by his two outstretched arms, now on all fours, looking like the injured animal caught in the hunt. A shiver went down his spine as he stared at the woman in front of him on the fine, white Carneddau horse. From his Intelligence, he knew exactly who this was - the warrior daughter of Tannan - Coral.
Lacitus continued to stare, Coral's long red hair blowing in the wind, while her horse reared slightly, snorting disgust at the strange sight ahead. Vision fading, Lacitus closed his eyes and lay on his front, not the way he thought his life would end.
Chapter 5.
Legionary Castus walked along the palisade. It was the middle of the night and an uneventful Guard Duty on The Eastern Gate. Being Summer, there was still some form of light and so the landscape was a strange picture of a world there, but still. The seige camps were still with no sound or movement at this strange hour, as if devoid of any life.
Castus felt that at this hour, it was almost as if he looked out onto a world where people had moved on to somewhere new, but he reminded himself that the enemy were still there and that they would be their usual active selves after dawn.
Castus got ready to drop the letter he had written, to the messenger waiting below. This one was to Simitus of the Londinium Mithraeum who paid well.
In the letter he described how he witnessed Tribune Lacitus exiting The Fort during the night, over the Wall, aided by his brother Centurion Antallius. He also described the elaborate ploy of Tribune Lacitus as a supposed "Legionary Hassan". Castus then brought the letter to the exciting conclusion -Tribune Lacitus had not been seen in the following two weeks, supposedly ill with a fever, confined in his quarters to recover.
If anything, thought Castus, it made interesting reading, rather than a mundane report, but he knew in his heart that it was Tribune Lacitus that he had saw that night.
Dropping the weighted letter, Castus watched the messenger pick it up and wave. With more money earned, Castus turned and made his way inside to eat some of his rations, which always tasted better knowing that he had just made himself a little better off than before.
He knew the ease in his worries were only temporary - another reprieve from the thugs he owed the gambling debts to and respite from his mind thinking of how his Centurion mentor died. Castus would never forget how his Centurion was killed in battle next to him in line, all those years ago.
Somehow he wished to obtain as much money as possible - to pay off his debts and fund a new life. One thing was for sure - he didn't wish his present life with all his worries and debts - for anyone.
Chapter 6.
Centurion Antallius looked out the window, watching Legionary Castus walking the palisade in night guard duty. At one point he thought he saw Castus throw something over the edge, probably a bad piece of dried meat. Castus was always eating, whenever he could, thought Antallius.
Antallius watched Castus disappear inside, probably to get something to eat. He wished he could trade places with Castus - a simple legionary's life who would carry out his twenty five years service and then retire to a veteran's colony or perhaps farm a piece of land, a proud Citizen of Rome. What possible worries could someone like Castus have? How great it would be to trade places, indeed, thought Antallius.
Antallius turned back towards his guests - Centurion Jose and Centurion Aglastus. They too were worried about Tribune Lacitus, of which nothing had been heard. Antallius had told them of his brother's secret mission, but as time had gone on, Antallius feared that his brother had not survived. Moreover, the siege continued.
Centurion Jose had served with Tribune Lacitus a long time ago in Hispania and they had become firm friends. After completing his twenty five years service, Jose had set up in business as an Inn owner in Londinium, but missing the army life, he jumped at the chance to re-enlist when his comrade visited.
Antallius could see the worry etched on Centurion Jose's face and also on the younger Centurion. Aglastus too, was another comrade that would follow Tribune Lacitus to the edge of The Empire. Having fought alongside Lacitus, the Tribune had recommended him for a position as Centurion at Barr Hill Fort, on The Antonine Wall in Caledonia. Many soldiers had wished for this position, but it was Tribune Lacitus's recommendation that had counted.
Centurion Aglastus had lost a brother in the Legion - Centurion Andronicus and so he knew what Antallius would be going through. Aglastus wanted to be a source of support for Antallius at this time and the difficult times ahead, adjusting to life without the enormous presence of Lacitus.
Antallius turned his mind back to the dice game. He needed two sizes to win. Antallius said a silent prayer - to all the Gods of Rome, Greece, Christians, Celts even, give me a sign that my brother Lacitus is alive.
Antallius watched the dice appear from the dice tower, tumbling a few times more. The dice came to a halt. Antallius could not believe what he saw - the sign that he needed - two sixes lit up the table and lit up his mind. Looking at his face, Aglastus and Jose realised what Antallius had prayed for - indeed, without telling one another, they had all prayed the same.
Chapter 7.
Coral, daughter of King Tannan of the Cornovii, opened the shutters of the window. Waking up each day in this small farmstead, Coral could not still quite believe that her father had agreed to her request to live here. His only condition was that two bodyguards lived nearby and indeed, looking out the window, Coral could see Balinn and Parlett stretching and scratching outside the other building, thinking of their daily tasks ahead.
Coral looked to her guest who was waking. "Good morning, Lacitus. I have brought you some breakfast, as you seem to overslept today."
Lacitus yawned, putting his hand over his mouth in politeness. "Yes, sorry. I have been asleep all night."
"That is good. Rest is good for you."
Lacitus pushed himself up in his bed, a sharp pain in his back as he did so, unsurprising considering how far the javelin had gone in.
"Forgive me, I may have asked you this before, but I cannot remember the answer, as I have been unwell. Why did you not kill me off when I was lying at your feet?"
"You have asked before, many times. I knew you were Tribune Lacitus and I needed to know why you were leaving The Fort alone in the middle of the night."
"And did I tell you why?"
"Eventually. You want to meet my father to end the seige at Deva Fort and arrange peace between the Romans and Cornovii."
"Can we go and meet your father soon to arrange this?"
"My answer has always been the same. When you are able to stand on top of Castell Dinas Bran, you will be strong enough to meet my father."
Lacitus looked downwards. "Unfortunately, I am not very good at climbing."
"Really? From what I know, Tribune Lacitus can do anything. Only a strong man of mind and body could have survived your injuries." Coral paused, noting the disappointment in Lacitus's face regarding the climb. "Fortunately, although steep in parts, it is possible to walk to the top."
Lacitus's eyes rose to meet Coral, heartened that no climbing would be necessary.
Coral noted this new optimism. "When you are fit we will go together, so that you can see the beauty and workings of the Cornovii lands."
Coral laid the tray down on Lacitus's lap, smiled and turned. "Just tell me when you are ready for this and we will see. My father will not deal with anyone who is weak, so you must do this first. Reach the top and your bid for peace may be possible."
Lacitus took a deep breath. "I am ready. The bid for peace must begin today." Coral turned back to Lacitus, looking at him directly.
"It is up to you. Let us hope your bid does not fail in its first steps."
"Do I have your word that we will meet your father in Viroconium if I successfully reach the top?"
Coral paused and considered the question in its entirety. A successful bid for peace would be a wonderful result for both sides, ceasing the bloodshed that periodically erupted. Failure could see the injury and death of many of her tribe, as well as that of the Romans. Coral would have to try her best to help Lacitus reach the top of Castell Dinas Bran, perhaps even her life depended on it.
"You have my word. Prepare yourself for this afternoon. My two bodyguards will accompany us also."
Lacitus nodded and Coral made her way out of the doorway, her mind racing forward with fear and hope.
Chapter 8.
Lacitus, Coral and her two bodyguards - Balinn and Parlett, made their way out of the yard in the pouring rain, leaving the place that Lacitus had somehow found himself in, such a long way from Rome. He wondered if his Army must now think that he had died, several weeks having now elapsed.
Lacitus thought of his brother Centurion Antallius back at Deva Fort, hoping that he was not suffering too much from the loss of his lifelong companion. He would after all, not have known a life without his brother looking out for him.
Balinn and Parlett nodded to Lacitus as they took their positions behind Lacitus and Coral. Although all three men could speak each other's language, very little had been said between them, the two bodyguards fulfilling their background role as commanded by their tribal leader - King Tannan. They had however made it very clear to Lacitus that if he tried to attack Coral, he would be killed and suffer a slow, agonising death beforehand, where death would come as a mercy.
After walking for sometime the sight of Castell Dinas Bran loomed ahead, dark and imposing. Lacitus began to have second thoughts of whether he could reach the top. Perhaps this was one mission he would not be able to fulfill.
The rain had not stopped since leaving the yard and indeed had steadily worsened, with Lacitus now barely able to see in front of him, through the lashing rain and mist.
Coral called out from beside Lacitus. "This is it, Lacitus! Your bid for peace starts now!" Behind them Balinn and Parlett exchanged sly smiles - no-one, not even Tribune Lacitus, would be able to climb Castell Dinas Bran in this weather and in such an injured state.
Lacitus focused on putting one foot in front of the other, unable to see much ahead with the almost horizontal rain piercing into him. The pain soared throughout his body, beginning from his back where the javelin had struck.
Lacitus thought of the people as he forced himself on. Antallius, left foot, Aglastus, right foot. Jose, left foot, Castus right foot.
He saw the faces of his Army, thinking also of where they had came from. There was the bright soldier Tarrik, who had came from North Africa. Next to Tarrik stood the man mountain that was Hullus, from Dacia. Hullus didn't say much but was a brave and loyal fighter.
And so it went on, Lacitus thinking of the men standing to attention. This was why he was climbing this hill, to save his people, his Tarrik and Hullus and the hundreds like him, that Lacitus had made it his business to know and to fight alongside with.
For a moment, his concentration on his footing slipped and Lacitus began to stumble. He felt his knee give way and he knew he was falling, readying his hands for the ground. This he thought would be his failure, not having the strength to go upwards anymore. He would have to let Coral's two bodyguards help him down.
As he stumbled an amazing moment happened. He felt an arm underneath his armpit haul him up. Lacitus looked to his right to see Coral supporting him, hauling him up to continue his upward journey.
Lacitus looked into Coral's eyes and the response came. "Do not fail now, Lacitus. Think of your men, my tribe and this land, all of which is under threat!"
Lacitus looked away and continued onwards. As if by some divine intervention, the rain had stopped and the mist was clearing. He thought for a moment about his secret Christian faith. In the brightness he could now see the beauty of the land.
He studied the green below him as he climbed on, appreciating the brave people of this tribe. Courage, left foot, dignity, right foot. Strength, left foot, determination, right foot.

Lacitus considered also the beauty of this land, how beneath the green and blue, this land had so much to offer, for all. Copper, left foot, iron, right foot. Lead, left foot, silver, right foot. Salt, left foot, "Lacitus! Here is the top! You have made it!"
Lacitus looked up from his feet, again being supported by Coral. He looked below at the beauty of the land and sea. Somehow, he had also won the admiration of Balinn and Parlett, who nodded and smiled at Lacitus.
The group of four sat, Lacitus welcoming the rest from the pain throughout his body. Balinn took out some bread from his bag, whilst Parlett took out a bottle with four beakers.
As they drank the wine and ate the bread, Coral looked at Lacitus. "You seem different, Lacitus. Are you alright?"
Lacitus paused to consider his response. "I have always been respectful to my Army, to where I am sent and only fight when all else fails. But you are right."
Looking down at the green below and thinking of its people and his people, Lacitus continued, "There is something about this land and its people that is very special. You have my word that I hope a peaceful solution can be met for all of us. Do you think from what I have said and done that I have merited an audience with your father?"
Coral looked at Balinn and Parlett. Balinn cleared his throat and addressed Lacitus in perfect Roman speech, which took Lacitus by surprise. "Tribune Lacitus, Representative of the Roman Army of The Emperor Antoninus Pius - Unknown to you, I and Parlett are King Tannan's brothers. We are Coral's uncles."
Lacitus was stunned by this announcement. No longer the aloof bodyguards that watched over Coral but another link at the heart of the Cornovii Tribe.
Balinn continued, "We have seen your actions and noted your words. We are in agreement that you can meet with King Tannan and seek a peaceful, lasting solution. It is better that, than a short term success of a seige followed by the wrath of the Roman Army, leading to bloodshed on both sides."
Lacitus felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders - the chance to save his men and find a lasting peace.
Lacitus regained his composure. "I have one problem, though."
Coral looked quizzical. What could possibly be the problem after such an offer? "What is that, Lacitus?"
"I fear that having put my last reserves into climbing this hill, in this bid for peace, that I can barely move my legs!"
Balinn and Parlett laughed, while Coral's tension eased. "Do not worry, Lacitus! You have proved yourself to us, we will help you up and help you get down!"
Parlett, who had remained the quieter of the two brothers, nodded. "Lacitus, give us your arms."
Lacitus looked up. Could he trust these people? In a mixture of exhaustion, fear and hope, he held out his outstretched arms and the men hauled him to his feet.
Coral looked at the three men. "Let's go! This next step leads us to my father, King Tannan." Once more the rain cleared and Lacitus took in the beautiful view below him again, with hope in his heart.
Chapter 9.
Andreah woke suddenly. It was still the middle of the night and her eyes focused on the important documents in the corner of the room. The documents had arrived just before Andreah went to sleep and a moment's glance before complete tiredness won over, showed them to be the new postings to Rome for Tribune Lacitus and his brother Centurion Antallius.
Gazing at the documents and still half sleeping, the vision began. Andreah saw Lacitus riding with three companions, all seemed well. Suddenly Andreah took a sharp intake of breath. The four were under attack and Andreah watched as Lacitus's horse reared up in fright, knocking Lacitus heavily to the ground.
A bandit was at Lacitus immediately. Andreah called out in her half-sleep, "Get your sword, Lacitus!" Andreah watched as Lacitus held up a bag to protect himself, having no sword. The bandit slashed towards Lacitus's face, the sword striking the leather bag each time, as Lacitus also tried to struggle to his feet. The attack was relentless and Andreah knew the leather bag could not withstand much more of the bandit's slashing.
Andreah was suddenly wide awake, watching another slash on its way to Lacitus's face. Andreah shouted out, sitting bolt upright: "No! No!"
Chapter 10.
The attack was relentless. Lacitus knew that the remains of his leather bag could not withstand much more of the sword thrusts or slashes. That he had survived all the blows so far could only be put down to his many years of training and battles and perhaps the lack of skill of his attacker.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw another band crashing through the trees and emerging at speed onto the pathway. At least, thought Lacitus, the end would now be quick and his thoughts turned to his family.
He thought of his wonderful mother and father, who between them had raised three fine sons. They could not have had finer examples of people, who loved, cared and provided for them and he hoped that he and his brothers had shown themselves to have become the good adults this had deserved.
Lacitus then thought of his nephew. He was growing up so fast and was now receiving the best education, thanks to the efforts of his Uncle Lacitus.
He hoped that his nephew would have a good life in whatever he wanted to do and more than success, he wished him good luck and happiness.
The new mounted attackers approached at speed and Lacitus waited for his final assault, hoping that he met it with bravery.
Two of the three horsemen passed him, heading to where Coral, Balinn and Parlett battled on. The third horseman was for Lacitus and Lacitus once more tightened his grip on his leather bag.
The existing attacker looked at the new arrival and immediately made a stab towards him, which was easily met by the newcomer. The new attacker then thrust his sword forward which was only just repelled.
Lacitus looked on in amazement as his attacker fled, leaving the newcomer straight ahead. Lacitus began to wonder what would happen next and within a moment, the newcomer nodded and reached behind to grab a sword with his other hand that he adeptly turned when it was in front of him, for Lacitus to grasp the ornate handle. "I am King Tannan. I recognise that you are Tribune Lacitus."
With a nod from the newcomer towards the battle that was ongoing ahead, Lacitus knew he must run towards Balinn, Parlett and Coral, where their battle continued.
Before Lacitus could move, the newcomer's horse reared up and turned, taking him involuntarily away from the battle scene. The newcomer turned in his saddle, pointed and nodded to where Coral was fighting. Lacitus nodded back and began running towards the battle scene.
Lacitus's heart sank. On the ground lay Balinn and Parlett, motionless. Coral held off the group of the attackers herself after Balinn and Parlett had been felled. Repelling their jabs like a cornered animal from the wolf pack, this encirclement could not last long.
The arrival of the two newcomers paused the attack. The wolf pack had now become the cornered animal, seemingly aware of who these new arrivals were. Lacitus announced his arrival with a low shout causing further alarm for the attackers.
The attackers then saw the third attacker now approaching, who had regained control of his startled horse and had turned heading towards their direction. This seemed to be the final element and the attackers fled, their horses kicking up a cloud of dust as they disappeared into the distance along the track.
The three newcomers surveyed the scene in silence and shock, taking in that Coral was alive but that their two brothers were dead.
Lacitus let his arm drop, his borrowed sword feeling heavy in his hand. Moments earlier he had been thinking of his brothers in what he thought was his final moments. Instead it was King Tannan who now faced the loss of two of his brothers, the two other brothers dismounting from their horses to stand beside Coral and the fallen two - the brave Balinn and Parlett.
Lacitus did not know quite what to do in this silent sombre scene. The only sound was the wind rushing through the trees.
After a few moments a tear fell from his cheek and in King Tannan's language, he offered his sincerest condolences.
Chapter 11.
Centurion Antallius sat at his brother's desk. There had been no news about him and he had not returned, both of which were unlikely in the continuing siege. With a few moments to spare before he went out to inspect his troops, he put the two dice into the dice tower.
Although he knew it was silly, he told himself that two sixes would mean that his brother was still alive. He watched the two dice emerge, each showing a six. With a deep breath he stood up, adjusted his tunic, put on his sword and lastly his Centurion's helmet.
Putting the dice and the dice tower in a drawer, he spoke quietly aloud, "I love you, brother." and then made his way to the door.
Chapter 12.
Tribune Lacitus touched the dice in his tunic and smiled, as last night was the first night King Tannan had smiled slightly since his two brothers Balinn and Parlett had been killed in the ambush. It would appear that Lacitus's constant bad luck at dice had amused the King, where despite all attempts, Lacitus could not win.
Lacitus had expected the funeral of Balinn and Parlett to have been a large, ceremonial event. Instead it was held in private at the lodge where King Tannan, two other brothers and a few other selected guests had been staying and the burial had taken place there also. Coral had said little since and Lacitus felt that she was in deep shock, losing her two close uncles, that were really also like a father to her.
Lacitus let go of the dice in his pocket, returning his hand to the reins. He glanced at his travelling companions on their horses - King Tannan, Coral and the King's brothers Fallek and Bridon, as they neared their destination of Viriconium.
Lacitus caught sight of the impressive buildings ahead, that would not have looked out of place in his beloved Rome. The Cornovii people had made this place their new home when peace had been achieved with the Romans, moving from their Hillfort of The Wreckin to the fine structures of Viriconium. Emperor Hadrian had even visited here long ago and Lacitus wondered at how many other places the Emperor had seen.
Their destination reached, the five travellers dismounted, their horses taken away to receive some much needed water, food, rest and grooming. Lacitus smiled, feeling he could do with the same!
As the five began to climb the steps, Lacitus became aware of an older man sweeping the steps. When their eyes met, the older man seemed to gasp, his mouth wide open in astonishment.
"Emperor Hadrian! You have returned! I knew one day you would! I try to keep this place tidy and well repaired, but it is a difficult task. No-one else seems to bother except myself and my son!"
King Tannan smiled. "Thank you, Derrack, as always. You and your son Harrax do great wonders. However this is not Emperor Hadrian."
Derrack was unconvinced, taking in the scene of his King, the King's brothers and someone that he believed to be Hadrian, in front of him. Never one to conceal his feelings, Derrack's face showed this to be the case.
Lacitus politely smiled at Derrack and moved on with the rest of the small group, not wanting to be distracted for the purpose of this visit - to receive the approval of King Tannan's final brother.
Walking through the building, Lacitus momentarily felt how similar it was to a fine Roman building and his thoughts turned to a similar walk he had made in Rome to collect one of his golden rewards for bravery.
The group went through an elaborate tall set of doors upon which a seated man stood up at the end of a long, expensive table.
Lacitus smiled and bowed his head when introduced to Barrix - a tall, broad fighter, instantly recognisable as being a brother of King Tannan. Indeed, Barrix was only a year younger than King Tannan and Lacitus thought that they could almost look like twins.
"Tribune Lacitus. Word from my brothers has been forwarded to me in advance and it would appear that I am the last obstacle to ending the siege of Deva."
Lacitus bowed his head. "I see. I have come here for peace."
"Indeed. This is what we want also. And so I can keep this simple. Do your respect our people and will you have our interests in your heart? If you do, the details can be worked out by others in due course and the siege can end immediately."
Lacitus considered Barrix's words carefully. He thought of all the struggles that he had been overcome to reach this point - a point where lasting peace could be obtained that would satisfy both parties.
Lacitus knew that beyond all the cunning plans he had made in his career, all the deals for information or advancement, he had at his heart a sincerity, to reach the common good.
"You have my sincere word."
Barrix bowed his head. "From all that I know of you Lacitus, your word is worth its weight in gold, lead, salt or any other minerals I could mention. Respect and Peace!"
Barrix picked up an exquisite glass jug and poured what Lacitus presumed what would be an equally fine wine, into decorated glass cups. Ceremonially he passed a cup to each in the group.
Barrix looked to his brother King Tannan who lead the toast. Lifting his glass, King Tannan sealed the deal. "Respect and Peace!" The party lifted their glasses, "Respect and Peace!".
Chapter 13.
The pleasantries continued as Lacitus was asked by Barrix about the various places he had been posted to and the conversation flowed freely.
"And so Lacitus, what has been the coldest place you have visited?"
"Well, I think that must be a visit I made to The Antonine Wall last Winter. I have never been so cold in my life! You cannot imagine the relief I felt when I got out of the cold and into the fine Roman Baths at Bearsden! The complex here will serve you well in the coming years, I can assure you!"
A knock at the door halted the conversation. "Enter!"
At the doorway stood Derrack and his son Harrax. "Forgive me from disturbing you, but I thought you may be interested in something that I have had in my possession for some while."
Harrax stepped out of sight and reappeared holding some of a Roman Cavalryman's armour, including a Facemask held in his right hand.
The group looked on in stunned silence. "I acquired this from a brave Roman Cavalryman who sadly fell in battle."
Derrack's description was not entirely accurate. In actual fact a Roman Cavalryman had become lost from his Unit and had been killed by locals. Derrack took away the armour, thinking that it could be of some future value.
"I don't think it is worth anything but perhaps it could be of interest to your guest?"
King Tannan smiled, a twinkle in his eye, seeing an opportunity to tease. "Ah Derrack! I don't think Tribune Lacitus could fit into this armour anymore!"
"Excuse you!" Tribune replied instantly before remembering himself. In a lighter mode he continued. "I'll have you know that I am the same size today as I was when I left Officer Training!"
"Oh well, lucky you!" King Tannan patted his stomach, which was round and full. "I'm afraid I can't say the same!"
Derrack continued. "I would be reluctant to part with this, but if it could go to a new home, then perhaps it is time?"
Once again this was not entirely accurate from Derrack. In fact his wife had recently given him an ultimatum - either the armour goes or she goes.
King Tannan suddenly had an idea and when this happened, he rarely deviated from his decision. "Derrack, I have decided that I will buy your fine armour for my guest! Tribune Lacitus will look fine beside my daughter as they ride together through Deva's Gate to signify the end of the siege and the start of peace!"
Both Lacitus and Coral looked stunned, each holding one another's look. For a moment Coral opened her mouth as if about to speak, but then closed her mouth again, remembering that her father would not be persuaded otherwise.
King Tannan beamed. "Thank you, Derrack and Harrax! Please make yourselves comfortable in the outer room. I will arrange some food and wine for you both and you will be paid handsomely for your armour!"
Derrack beamed back, beginning to push his son backwards to the door. "Thank you, King Tannan! You are most kind!"
Derrack and Harrax continued to walk backwards, which with the clinking and clanking of the armour, almost seemed like some form of comedy act. Eventually they turned and walked out the door at which point Derrack whispered to his son. "I told your mother all these years that this armour was not to be thrown out! What was it I always said? Go on, say it Harrax!"
"This armour is worth a small fortune!"
Harrax and Derrack continued to walk, their clinking and clanking echoing around them. "Careful, Harrax! Don't dent the blasted things now after all these years!"
Derrack stopped to catch his breath, putting down his load on the floor, with Harrax doing the same shortly after his father. "Don't tell your mother, but I was ready to throw this armour out! Anything for a quiet life!"
The two lifted their loads and began walking again, the clinking and clanking beginning again.
Chapter 14.
A cold, bright morning lay ahead as Tribune Lacitus and Princess Coral neared the Deva Gates, triumphant on their horses. Coral once more on her splendid white Carneddau horse.
Tribune Lacitus was resplendent in his full Roman Cavalryman attire, sweat pouring down his forehead below his mask. Silently he cursed having met Derrack and Harrax, the consequence of which was the heavy weight both he and his horse now bore.
Coral looked every part the Princess and her tribesmen were stunned into silence as she passed, side by side with the Roman whose fearsome reputation preceded them.

Lacitus had been careful to include his safeword which was their code that all was fine, in his letter to his brother Antallius, that was to precede the arrival of himself and Coral.
He smiled below his mask at the thought of his safeword - 'glorious' and the sentence he had used in the letter - 'Tribune Lacitus and Princess Coral will arrive on horseback in a glorious procession signifying peace, with open gates to the Fort on their arrival and the Roman Soldiers to be at attention on parade."
Lacitus could think of no better safeword to use that all was fine, than 'glorious', a nod to his secret belief in Christianity, with the glory of Christ.
The word 'glorious' had come into their language and so did not need to signify Christianity, but rather a word to mean wonderous. If Tribune Lacitus's Soldiers or Commanders knew of his secret faith, he knew that he would be in risk of his life. One day, thought Lacitus, we will all be Christians.
Lacitus glanced at his companion. He had noticed that as time went on, Coral no longer seemed to be the confident, independent young woman that she portrayed. Perhaps the loss of her brother, uncles and many of her tribe were a weight that she only just managed to carry, a far greater weight than Tribune Lacitus's temporary full Roman Cavalryman Parade appearance.
Going through the open Gates, some of Coral's tribespeople followed and the Guards looked on, being allowed to let this happen. After all, this new peace would be celebrated, bringing hostilities to an end.
Lacitus saluted the Guards and next he caught sight of all his men standing to attention, lining the route to the buildings.
An impressive sight, Lacitus nodded as he saw his brother standing by one of the lines - a special sight seeing his brother Antallius being every part the leader he had become. Standing with his brother were his trusted Commrades of old - Centurion Aglastas and Centurion Jose. This was a fine day indeed! And if previous times with these old commrades were anything to go by, a fine evening lay ahead too!
Lacitus continued to take this fine sight in and he suddenly became aware of a lady that was standing to the other side of his brother and old commrades. It was Andreah!
Andreah had been fine company on his previous meetings with her. Her presence usually signified important Roman business, as Andreah and her colleague Simitus were agents of The Emperor. Lacitus hoped that her presence here today was to simply oversee this new peace rather than anything else. Lacitus waved to his brother, Commrades and Andreah. What a joyous day!
Well within the open ground of the Fort, Lacitus stopped his horse and Coral did likewise.
"Welcome to Deva Fort, Coral! Let us dismount."
Coral dismounted with ease. How great it must be, thought Lacitus, not to be hindered by the cumbersome armour that he was wearing. As he began his dismounting, Coral was already by his side.
"Thank you, Coral! I could use some assistance!"
As Lacitus dismounted, Coral held his horse. Lacitus felt good when at last both his feet were on the ground. He turned to tell Coral when immediately her hands were ripping at his mask! Shocked, Lacitus began to stumble backwards. Coral with a small knife swiped across his neck and Lacitus felt the burning pain on his skin that trailed behind its path.
Nearby soldiers instinctively broke rank and ran to their Tribune's aid, cutting Coral down before her next attack. Lacitus was helped along, closer to his brother.
The crowd of tribespeople came alive with gasps, shouts and screams. Antallius knew this scene would turn extremely nasty very soon.
The tribespeople began to move forward in attack and Antallius gave the order.
"Centurions Aglastas and Jose! See this crowd out and then secure the Gates!'
The Centurions took control in their instinctive actions, shouting orders and support. The Soldiers corralled the tribespeople back, using their united shield power, momentum and spears. Coral would not be the only casualty this day.
Antallius and Andreah supported Lacitus who was able to stagger forward with assistance, clumps of blood underneath his chin that would then break away and hit the ground.
The three continued on, aiming for the Headquarters Building. Antallius took a look over his shoulder, checking no enemy had made it through. All was clear and Antallius took one last look at Coral who was motionless on the ground, a Roman Soldier by her side.
Chapter 15.
Coral opened her eyes. A Roman Soldier kneeled over her, his hand pressing on a cloth over her stomach. Coral listened to the clink of spears and swords and shouts, all of which were becoming fainter.
"Castus - Is that you?"
"It is, Coral. Lay still. I will be able to get you help soon, once the Fort is secure. Why did you do this, Coral?"
Coral felt the pain in her stomach, frightened that her wound was not survivable. "I felt that my Brothers, Uncles and Tribespeople must be avenged. Hate is a terrible thing, I should have resisted it. But I could not and this is the result."
Castus looked at the Gates which were being secured and then looked back at Coral, unsure whether her injuries were too severe to live.
Chapter 16.
Antallius cleaned his brother's neck wound with a clean cloth and water in the quiet of the Headquarters Building. "You have been very lucky, Lacitus. It is only a shallow cut, nothing major."
Lacitus looked around. Somehow he had survived.
"Forgive me, Andreah. How are you?"
"I am fine thank you, Tribune Lacitus. Apart from the obvious, how are you?"
"I am fine thank you, Andreah. And how is Simitus?"
"He is well, too, thank you. We are kept very busy with The Emperor's work, which is why I am here."
Lacitus flinched as his brother dabbed another clean wet cloth over his neck wound.
"The purpose of my visit is the contents of my bag. Are you ready to see its contents?"
Lacitus flinched again, a small trickle of blood began again from his neck. He had given everything to The Roman Empire, even his blood. "It is a day of surprises! On you go! Please make this a better surprise than a knife to my neck!"
"Oh yes! It is a better surprise!" Andreah reached into her bag, bringing out the finely decorated Order from The Emperor Antoninus Pius.
Lacitus noted the purple strands and the broken red seal - the elaborate writing of an important document, learned by people in the Offices of Rome who had chosen an entirely different career path to Lacitus. Both careers had their dangers and both could end in tragedy.
Andreah unfurled the document. "I'll read you the main point."
'By Order of The Emperor Antoninus Pius, it is instructed that Tribune Lacitus and Centurion Antallius are to return to Rome in triumphant victory of the defence, peace and prosperity of Deva."
Antallius and Lacitus looked at one another, both silent and at one with their thoughts.
Lacitus tried not to visibly sigh. He did not want to appear bad mannered in front of his esteemed guest. "Unfortunately as you have just seen in the courtyard, my bid for peace hangs by a thread. The seige will continue and at this moment, there is no triumphant defence, peace or prosperity. To leave now would be signing the death warrant of myself and Antallius."
Andreah nodded in agreement. "Whether Coral lives or dies and the consequence of either, will decide your lives, your men and for that matter, my own."
Antallius studied his brother's neck, seeing that the flow of blood had stopped. "You know, there is good news and bad news of The Roman Army being the finest Army in the World."
Andreah raised her eyebrows. "Go on."
Antallius continued. "The good news is that with the swiftness of our Army, Lacitus has survived and the bleeding has stopped!"
"And the bad news, brother?"
Antallius paused, looking at both Lacitus and Andreah, weighing up his thoughts. "The bad news is that with the severity of a Roman Army attack, Coral is unlikely to have survived."
"I have missed you, brother -including your humorous bluntness! Now let's all of think of what happens next. My bid for peace is at stake!' The End! Please leave a nice Review!
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