The Antonine Romans and The Tribune's Mission

The Antonine Romans and The Tribune's Mission

By

Andrew Boyce

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The fourth Novella.Tribune Lacitus must use all his skill if he is to save himself, his brother Centurion Antallius of Balmuildy Roman Fort and his father Senior Tribune Rexis of Trimontium Roman Fort. All of the Novellas standalone.

Chapter 1.

Midnight. All was quiet. Tribune Lacitus was in his quarters, sitting at his desk. Carefully, he opened his secret drawer and took out the document from Rome. Next, he took out his various writing implements, lining them up by the ink. Over the last four nights he had successfully altered the figure of Rome's offer to the latest Caledonian tribe for its peace, downwards to a lower number. Should the tribe accept the offer, he would later alter the signed document, upwards to the higher figure. In his plan, Lacitus would keep the difference.
Lacitus could think of no other way to raise the money he needed. He knew that he was regarded with suspicion by other soldiers of all ranks and seen as someone not to be trusted, capable of hatching a plan for his own ends. However the money was not for him.
Instead the money was needed to save his father, Rexis. His father was Senior Tribune Rexis of the Cavalry based at Trimontium, which was further south and east than Lacitus's Antonine Wall post. Rexis was near the end of his career and dearly wished to see his two sons Lacitus and Antallius settled in senior roles, before he finished.
Rexis had paid several influential people of Rome to realize this wish, helping both sons to secure Centurion positions and Lacitus to reach his Tribune position. Soon these influential Romans would be wanting their money. Money, that Rexis did not have and he had recently confessed all to Lacitus.
Lacitus knew that such people of Rome would demand payment and that Rexis would be pursued to the ends of the Roman Empire as a result. Payments would be made until one day when Rexis could raise no more, at which point Rexis would be despatched by one or more hired henchmen.
Better to be despatched in case a poor Rexis decided to speak out to the world of the secret "arrangements" that they had party to, not fitting for a dignified well regarded Roman. Also under threat would be the positions of Lacitus and Antallius themselves, the "powers that be" deciding their careers should go no further, or even be stopped altogether.
Lacitus gently blew on the document and examined it closely. It was now completely dry and not even the most experienced die-cutter of the Roman Mint or the most senior Clerk to the Emperor, would think this document had been altered in any way.
Lacitus prepared the wax and sealed the document. All was done. He picked up the document as if it was the most precious item in the Roman Empire and placed it back in the secret drawer, concealed once more until the dawning of the peace talks with this latest tribe.
It was still the dead of night and Lacitus turned his attention to the alter in the corner of his quarters. As if to atone for the alteration of the document, Lacitus burned a small piece of paper on the alter as his offering to Mithras.
He did not know much about this religion, but it was the way of his father and certain other Roman Officers that Rexis had made his deals with. A religion in secrecy, united with a handshake and initiations, furthering their way of Roman life. If making an offering helped keep his father alive, then making a simple offering was the least he could do.
Lacitus however, had his own secret, as he watched the paper burn. His secret was that he believed in Christ and looking to the altar afresh, he bowed his head and closed his eyes in prayer. He prayed for his father Rexis, his mother Julia, his brother Antallius, Antallius's wife Carrius, his beloved nephew Julius and his own life - the Roman Empire.
Lacitus reached inside of his tunic and took out a document. It was a "Sator Square", a series of words. A mysterious palindrome connected with Jupiter, it could also be connected to Christianity and it was the Christianity connection that Lacitus held.
On hearing a raucous laugh, Lacitus's peace was momentarily disturbed but realising it was just some of the men still playing dice, he closed his eyes again, to go back into prayer.

Chapter 1b.
The raucous laugh echoed through Balmuildy Fort which would normally have been quiet in the dead of night. But being a festival, the men had been allowed to have a more relaxed evening, explaining the raucous laugh as Legionary Nastin had just lost his latest dice game, resulting in a week of latrine duties.
Centurion Antallius tried not to laugh, but he could just not help it. He knew he had a loud laugh and stifling it had made matters worse, the laughter echoing around the Fort. He put his hand to his mouth and tried to restore some sense of decorum that he knew a Centurion should try to have.
He remembered how his brother Tribune Lacitus was in the Fort and hoped he had not heard him. Antallius decided that he should go and try get some sleep and he leaned on his vine stick to haul himself up. He had been sitting too long and had drunk too much.
The vine stick held firm. It had the letter "A" ornately inscribed on it at various parts. This was not for "Antallius" but for "Andronicus", the previous Centurion of Balmuildy Fort, who had tragically lost his life defending King Aritan of a Caledonian tribe, from a disgruntled Celt at a recent Peace Agreement.
Antallius reflected on how kind Andronicus had been to him in the few weeks that he had known him before his death and Antallius carried the vine stick with pride, in honour of the fallen Centurion Andronicus.
Antallius turned to Nastin. "Well Nastin, your luck didn't hold for you this evening! At least the latrine duties will give you a good workout!"
Antallius resisted the temptation to say anything further and instead looked to Optio Scrivinus and Translator Jamis. "Gentlemen, may I have a word with you before I go to my quarters?"
The three men made there way to a quieter corner and Antallius addressed them both. "I just wanted to say that in the few weeks I have known you both and also Centurion Andronicus before he died, you have all been very helpful to me and I will do my best at the next Peace Talk. From what you have seen of me so far, are you happy to work with me?"
Optio Scrivinus tried hard to focus on Antallius, but the amount of wine he had consumed this evening due to the festival betrayed his usual fixed intelligent look. "Of course, Sir! If I didn't have confidence in you, I would have taken my chance to leave the Army, back to the Family Bakery! But it would seem that my bread making days will have to wait a little longer!"
"And you, Jamis? Are you happy with my work?"
"Yes, Sir! I know my role was closely bound with Centurion Andronicus, but I would like to continue in my role of a Translator to achieve more peace deals with the Tribes and avoid as much death as possible."
"Thank you, both of you. As I am seeing two images of you both, I think I have drunk enough and had better retire to my bed! I will see you tomorrow for our meeting with Tribune Lacitus, to finalise our Peace Talk plans. I hope my head doesn't hurt tomorrow!"
Antallius looked towards the various men sprawled around the room, in different stages of drunkenness. "Goodnight gentlemen!"
A group of legionaries looked up from their dice game and drinks and made attempts to get up. "Goodnight, Sir! Thank you for the festival!"
Chapter 2.
Centurion Antallius's head hurt very badly as he stood to attention alongside Optio Scrivinus and Translator Jamis, awaiting for Tribune Lacitus to enter the room.
After a few moments, Antallius heard the approaching footsteps of his brother Tribune Lacitus who opened the door and slammed it shut behind him, the whole noise of which was felt profoundly by the three men standing to attention.
"At ease, gentlemen! Oh, I see you are not all bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning! I trust that means you and the men enjoyed the festival!"
Centurion Antallius replied for the three of them. "Yes, Sir!"
"Very good! Well, the trip to the Peace Talk should give you some air to get you all awake!"
Tribune Lacitus made his way to sit down at his desk. "Now, gentlemen. I know you are all ready for this afternoon. Aritan will be a good host and has brought this next tribe to us with their King Kadlun, in the hope of peace."
Lacitus opened up his desk drawer, next to his secret drawer and took out the document with an elaborate red seal. "This is the peace deal prepared by Rome. It contains the figure that Rome is prepared to pay for peace with this latest tribe."
The three standing men stared at the document with somewhat of awe at something that had come from Rome. Little did they know that the document had been altered by Lacitus for the purposes to raise money to pay his father's debts and resealed with bright red wax the night before.
"Gentlemen. I am most clear in the instructions from Rome. This tribe are to be made aware that this is our only offer and refusal of this amount will result in our attack to remove a hostile tribe. This campaign has went on for far too long and serious progress must now be made." Lacitus paused and looked at the men sternly. "One way or another."
"Have I made myself clear on these orders from Rome?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Very good." Tribune Lacitus put the red sealed document carefully into a leather pouch and handed it to his brother, Centurion Antallius.
"On a lighter note, I understand that Legionary Nastin is to marry Aritan's daughter Angelis in the evening. This is a good opportunity to strengthen our ties with Aritan's tribes, at least. I have decided that Legionary Nastin will split half of his time with Aritan's tribe and the other half with us, as a medical orderly, skills he has learned from Angelis."
Lacitus stood up. "I have three gifts to take with you. One for King Aritan, one for King Kadlun and one for Angelis."
Lacitus walked round to the side of the table and gently took the cover off the table. Underneath there was an instant shimmer to reveal three small gold eagles, one of the symbols of Rome. The men almost gasped in astonishment at the gold and the intrequet detail.
"Impressive, aren't they!" Lacitus was pleased with the men's reaction. "Carefully add these to the leather pouches, gentlemen."
As if handling a King's precious jewels, the gold Roman Eagles were lifted and placed in the pouches and would certainly be a great addition to the Peace Talks.
"Legionary Castus will lead a small sub-unit as your escort. He has hopes of promotion and so this will be a good opportunity to start his process. Are there any final questions?"
Centurion Antallius cleared his throat. "Sir, what if this tribe refuses the amount on the document?"
"The refusal will lead to war with that tribe, quickly and decisively, it is as simple as that. If that is their decision, I expect you to attend the wedding and then by Jupiter, get on your way back here without delay. After which we will prepare our attack. Any further questions?"
"No, Sir."
"Very good! Good luck! Please send in Legionary Castus on your way out, gentlemen."
The three men saluted and left, with Centurion Antallius instructing Legionary Castus to enter, who immediately marched in smartly.
"Ah, Legionary Castus! Are you ready for this first escort command?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Excellent! As we both know, you are a soldier that likes to know exactly what is going on and likes to report on such matters, to me. As a result, I wish you to pay close attention to all that goes on at these Peace Talks. You are my eyes and ears."
"Yes, Sir. I will monitor the Peace Talks very closely."
"Very good! Good luck Legionary Castus. This will be good training for you! You can report to me when you get back."
Legionary Castus saluted, turned and left the Tribune's quarters. Quietly Castus spoke to himself. "Oh yes. I will be watching the Peace Talks closely, Tribune. But not only just for you." Castus smiled and walked smartly onwards, to prepare himself for the journey.

Chapter 3.
Aritan greeted the escort and party warmly. The Hall had been freshly decorated with flowers and the tables were ready with food and drink. A busy day lay ahead, beginning with the Peace Talks, followed by Nastin and Angelis's wedding.
Jamis and Aritan clasped arms in greeting. They had both been through so much and Aritan, who was almost a father - figure to Jamis, had the greatest administration for Jamis in the way he had adapted his circumstances to seek Peace wherever possible.
"It is very good to see you, Jamis. It is very sad that Centurion Andronicus died to save me and I have lined up this Peace Talk with King Kadlun in Andronicus's memory and in honour for his pursuit of peace."
"Andronicus would be honoured indeed. Amazing to think what two past foes can achieve when they become friends."
Aritan nodded. "Indeed. May I introduce you to King Kadlun?"
King Kadlun stepped forward. A tall, dark haired athletic man with intelligent eyes, clearly proud of his position and heritage. On his left arm, a silver torque shone, similar to that of Jamis's golden torque.
Jamis stepped into his Translator mode and all the introductions went well. Centurion Antallius then signalled for the gifts to be brought forward and with similar gasps of astonishment from Tribune Lacitus's meeting the night before, all the guests were in a state of delight with the three golden Roman Eagles.
The meal went well, with exchanges of polite talk, Jamis having a busy time translating the various jokes and stories. However as the meal was cleared away, the atmosphere became more tense as the negotiations neared.
Centurion Antallius took out the sealed document that contained the offer from Rome, or in fact the altered document by Tribune Lacitus with a lower figure. Gently with a knife he broke the seal and began to read out its contents, with Jamis translating.
Centurion Antallius continued reading the document aloud. He had done well, with a strong, clear voice of authority and peace. "And so, this document brings our offer from Rome, of peace with this noble Caledonian tribe and we now ask you to examine the figures and detail therein, for peace to begin."
Centurion Antallius handed Legionary Castus the document who carefully made his way to the table at the head of the room, bowing slightly as he handed the document to King Kadlun.
King Kadlun nodded back with a smile to Legionary Castus, accepting the document and began to read. Castus stood to one side, waiting to see if any information could be gleaned.
Within a few moments, King Kadlun's polite expression had begun to change, as he read the document further. Soon his face betrayed an increasing disgust at the document's contents as if his feelings were welling up like an imminent Vesuvius eruption. And then the volcano blew!
"I can't accept this!" King Kadlun threw the document on the floor. Castus bent down and quietly read through the document himself before handing it back to Antallius, as the party looked on in shock. All eyes focused on this King.
"This figure is unbelievable! It is an insult!"
Jamis stood up. "Sir! If you do not accept their offer, you will all die!"
King Kadlun stared back at Jamis. "I see you wear a torque of your people. I stand here, the latest in the long line into the past. I cannot let my people be ruled by anyone else!"
Jamis took his tunic in his hands and lifted it over his head. "Do you want your people to look like me - that is the ones that survive!" The party gasped as they looked at Jamis's torso, full of marks, scrapes and indents, from the time Jamis met the full onslaught of Roman slingshot.
Centurion Antallius put his arm on Jamis's shoulder and struggling for breath, Jamis sat down.
Centurion Antallius quietly cleared his throat. "King Kadlun. I have been instructed by Rome that this is our only offer. Accept this and we can move forward for both our people. You have seen and heard Jamis, who is now an advocate for such peace."
"We cannot accept. To give up our sovereignty for an amount not to dissimilar to that I pay Demius The Trader when he visits?!"
Centurion Antallius did not smile back at this joke. "There is only one outcome of your refusal of this offer."
"And what precisely is that, Centurion?"
Centurion Antallius paused and looked around at all of the guests, each in silence waiting for Antallius's answer.
Antallius turned back to Jamis, who was ready to translate his next words. Antallius took no pleasure in what he was about to say. Rome was powerful and the tribes would have to adapt within this new system and that was something that could be done.
"Answer me please, Centurion. What precisely is the outcome of the refusal of this offer from Rome?"
Antallius stared back and took a deep breath -
"The complete destruction of your tribe."

Chapter 4.
Weddings are meant to be happy occasions and Jamis was trying his best to show a happy disposition. But it was not easy. This afternoon's Peace Talks had ended in disaster with King Kadlun and his party walking out, knowing that the next time they met the Romans, it was likely to be on a battlefield of war.
Angelis and Nastin were the perfect hosts to their ceremony, attending to their guests in every way possible. Optio Scrivinus had certainly had a good time feasting on the food and drink, taking the opportunity to experience different tastes than that of his usual Roman Army rations.
Centurion Antallius was politely cheerful but quite distant. Jamis felt sympathy towards him, knowing that this young officer had failed in his first Peace Talk and would have to explain what had happened to his brother, Tribune Lacitus.
Jamis wondered how the late Centurion Andronicus would have faired in this Peace Talk and concluded that the outcome would have most probably been the same. Both Andronicus and Antallius were very similar, a product of Roman Army training that sought good, young, intelligent officers.
Jamis reflected on his own performance. He felt that he had lost his composure in showing everyone his battered arms and torso, in his frustration that he could not convince King Kadlun. Jamis knew that without peace, this would mean war and destruction of King Kadlun's tribe. But there had been no success in convincing King Kadlun of all of this and Jamis felt the weight of his own feelings of failure.
As these thoughts went through his mind, he was suddenly brought back to the present as Angelis grabbed hold of his hands to start dancing. Jamis instantly put on a smile, not wanting in any way to spoil Angelis's day. He had hoped that one day he would have been dancing with Angelis as her husband, but that was not to be also.
Strangely, this tribal life had become more distant to him. His new family was that of the Roman Unit of Balmuildy Fort, as a Translator, trying to help in the cause of peace between the Romans and the tribes. He had lost today his own war and knew that he must learn to do better. Perhaps on the battlefield, he may have a final chance to avoid this tribes's destruction.
Angelis whirled around Jamis as the music played and she looked into Jamis's eyes. "Jamis, you are looking a little distant. You are not thinking of anything else, are you?"
Jamis smiled back, had he let his guard slip and shown his worries of an imminent battle and fears that he may never achieve successful Peace Talks?
"No, not at all!" Jamis beamed. "What a wonderful wedding!" But this had been a day full of contrasts - peace and war, happy and sad, success and failure, as Jamis laughed on the outside and cried within himself.

Chapter 5.
Tribune Lacitus sat at his desk in the middle of the night. This was beginning to be a habit, not looking at any specific documents, but instead trying to work out problems, in the relative quiet.
His initial plan had failed. He smiled to himself. It would have been too simple to expect that he could be looking at a nicely signed document from this latest tribe, that he could then again alter and keep the difference to pay off his father's debts.
As usual, everything had to be more difficult. He would have to take on this tribe in battle and use his share of the spoils of war to repay the debts. He hoped that would include the small gold eagle that had been a goodwill gift to King Kadlun for the Peace Talks. What a cheek, thought Lacitus, for someone to turn down Rome's offer of peace on reasonable terms, even if it was slightly adjusted for Lacitus's purposes.
Another thought came to Lacitus. Would his brother be able to defeat this King Kadlun? Lacitus had always protected his brother and had always been there for him when he needed help. Antallius was the incorruptible, decent hope of the whole family and both Lacitus and his father would always do all they could to help Antallius reach the greatest heights, perhaps even to the Senate.
Then Antallius and Carrius's son Julius could have the future of wealth and privilege, that none of them have had, perhaps taking his place in the Senate, beside his father Antallius. Perhaps Julius could then become Emperor, living up to his name and if he lived long enough, perhaps with some help from his ageing uncle, Lacitus.
Then again, Emperors often didn't last long, killed before their time. Yes, a highly regarded Senator would be better for Julius and perhaps his Uncle Lacitus could help guide this outcome.
Too many "perhaps" thought Lacitus and he stretched his neck, forcing himself back to the immediate problem at hand. The decision was made - this latest tribe would be destroyed and Lacitus would just about manage to raise the amount of money needed from this tribes's stockpile of wealth. Every tribe had one -Demius The Trader, had told him so. The riches of this tribe provided the first step to Julius's noble position in Roman History!
Lacitus's thoughts were disturbed by a knock at his door. Who could this be at this time of night? Lacitus picked up his knife and made his way to the door.
"Who is it?"
"It is your brother, Antallius."
Lacitus opened the door and looked at his brother, wondering why he would be visiting his quarters at such an hour.
"What it is, Antallius? Is there anything wrong?"
The two brothers made their way back into the centre of the room.
"I just wanted to say that I am sorry, Lacitus."
"Sorry? Whatever for Antallius?'
"For being unsuccessful at the Peace Talks."
Lacitus's brow unfurled, relieved that this was all this was about. "That's nothing, Antallius! It's not your fault that a tribe didn't want to listen."
"But what about Jamis? He will be terribly upset."
Lacitus smiled a little in reassurance to his little brother. "Nonsense. I'll explain all to Jamis privately. This was one peace battle he could not win, so to speak! There will be many other Peace Talks that will be won! But tell me, Antallius. Are you ready to take on this tribe and defeat them in war?"
Antallius thought for a moment, the prospect of leading men into battle for real and not in some form of military training school. "Yes, Lacitus. I am ready. Why do you ask?"
"Because in four days time, that is what you will be doing."
Antallius's pulse quickened at his brother's words.
"I am frightened, brother. Will I be able to succeed?"
"Of course you will! Do not worry yourself, Antallius!" Lacitus put his arm around his brother and lead him to the door. "Now, go and get some sleep. You will be no use to your men if you are only half awake! You will beat this tribe easily, but let's not take any chances!"
Antallius smiled and thanked his older brother, who responded in his usual way. "You know that I will always help my little brother, no matter how old we are!"
Closing the door behind a reassured Antallius, the newly urgent Lacitus made his way to his desk. Purposefully, he picked up his stylus and began a new document to Aglastus, The Centurion of Barr Hill Fort.

Chapter 6.
Centurion Antallius surveyed the scene around him. This was the tribe he was to fight and defeat. Ahead, past the open field, he could see the tribe behind their outer wall and standing around their dwellings, readying themselves for whatever lay ahead.
A glint of silver caught his eye and he made out the figure of King Kadlun, his silver torque glinting in the sunlight. The King had a group around him, all waiting for the Romans next move.
Centurion Antallius turned back to his men, assembled around the many Ballista machines that would fire the deadly iron tipped projectiles, that would destroy the outer wall, the buildings and the men.
Up until now, he had only been in command for a few small skirmishes around the Hadrian's Wall and he tried to take some confidence in this past experience and from what he had learned in his military training. He looked at his men, ready to ratchet and release these deadly weapons. These were his men and he was not going to let them down, no matter how inexperienced he was.
With renewed confidence he turned to Jamis. "Jamis! Please give King Kadlun his final warning!"
The men looked to Jamis, wondering if indeed he would do as he was ordered. He was after all someone that came from their side and although he had now become part of the Century, could he fully be trusted when he wore the same torque as the enemy?
Jamis stared back at Centurion Antallius. What a position he found himself in, waging battle with people that were his own. Had he betrayed his people? Was he wrong for choosing this Roman side to try translate for peace?
Jamis took his eyes away from Antallius and stared at the tribe ahead of him. With all his might and sincerity, he made his plea for peace.
"Sir! King Kadlun! For goodness sake, man! They will destroy everything and everyone! Trust me, say the word and that will be your victory - the victory of peace over death and destruction. I will do all I can! Can we do this?"
King Kadlun had listened intently to his former kinsman. He had known Jamis's father well - King Boridan. He had even held Jamis, when Jamis was a baby. Such a tragedy that Boridan had been killed by the Romans in an attack on their village. Such a tragedy that his son had now sought this different path.
King Kadlun stepped forward, out from the group. "No! We cannot do this! We will defend our settlement until you turn away! I know you have tried to make sense of your father's death by working for peace, but we don't think you are right. That is our answer."
"Please!" Jamis called out.
"No, Jamis! No!"
Jamis turned back to Centurion Antallius and translated what had been said. This was not to be a victory for Jamis.. The victory of battle would be the defeat of peace. The defeat of Jamis's sense of the world that he had tried to hold on to. The way Jamis spoke his words, Centurion Antallius was clear in the answer that King Kadlun had given. It was time for war.
In wishing to appear as calm and controlled as possible to his men, Centurion Antallius began to enact what he had dreamt the night before.
In a clear, educated unraised voice, Antallius spoke his instructions, hoping to inspire his men of a dignified leader, who knew exactly what to do for the good of his men and success. "Thank you, Jamis. You may stand aside for now. Optio - instruct the men to ready the Ballista, to release on my command."
Optio Scrivinus, saluted and stepped lively to the men. Scrivinus was a world away from his family bakery business in a village outside Rome. Instead Scrivinus was now an army veteran, with nearly twenty-five years service and his business was now war, someone a young Centurion was lucky to have on their side.
"Fire at will please, Optio."
Scrivinus swung into action, overseeing the Ballistas. The men loading, the men ratcheting, the men releasing, then the process beginning again. All practiced and delivered with ease. Always the same result. Walls tumbling, men dying, buildings collapsing, men falling where they stood, or falling a short distance later from their wounds.
A few of the tribe made it into the open ground and were then dispatched as they ran into the Roman lines of shields and short swords that stuck out between. An easy victory for Centurion Antallius, to add to his early military experience.
Centurion Antallius turned to his Optio Scrivinus. "Instruct the men to cease fire please, Optio."
Once more Centurion Antallius surveyed the scene. What a day to recount to his brother, Tribune Lacitus. How his assessment and action had lead to a quick battle with few Roman casualties.
Centurion Antallius allowed himself to take a breath, until movement from the trees on his right, caught the corner of his eye. He turned and saw a large mass of the enemy emerging from the trees, a horrific number of approximately three hundred that easily outnumbered his eighty men.
His unraised voice changed to a shout. No gentlemanly spoken issue of instructions to his Optio. "Form line to the right and sides!"
The warriors walk changed to a charge as they surged at the Romans to the front, whilst other warriors branched out to the sides, to then charge into the Roman flanks.
Centurion Antallius was unsure whether his men could survive against these numbers. "Hold the line, men!" The last thing Centurion Antallius would want to see would be some of his men turn and run. That would be the end of the battle and the end of their lives.
More warriors continued to come at the Romans from all these different angles and Centurion Antallius sensed that the Roman lines were in danger of being broken. And so, thought Antallius, this is how it would end. He was determined to die with his sword in his hand and he clenched the grip more firmly, ready to take on any warrior that broke through the lines.
A warrior broke through and headed straight for the Centurion, his long sword met with Antallius short sword, causing sparks to fly through the air, as another warrior broke through. Centurion Antallius kneed his opponent, whose startled expression was that of being winded as he fell back and onto the ground.
Just in time, Centurion Antallius parried the low sword attack of the charging second warrior, who could not have had a good grip on his sword, either thorough inexperience or bad luck, as it fell to the ground. The warrior was then despatched in the back by a Roman soldier behind one of the lines.
The winded warrior charged again and once more Centurion Antallius managed to just about hold off the warrior in a clash of swords. Yet more warriors attacked the lines and a Roman defeat was now perhaps only a matter of time.
Horn blasts could now be heard coming from the right. As Antallius held off the warrior, the prospect of more of this tribe joining the fight was not what he wanted to hear.
Hold on though, thought Antallius. These were Roman horn blasts and Antallius managed to see the charging horses with his brother Tribune Lacitus and the Unit from Barr Hill Fort with Centurion Aglastus at its head, emerge at full speed through the open ground.
The charging Roman cavalry was a frightening sight, with the horses' hooves pounding the ground as a booming thunder and the silvered cavalry masks and swords glinting in the sunlight from all angles.
Antallius's previously winded opponent had now also been stabbed in the back by one of the Legionaries behind the lines and in a matter of moments, the battle had turned in favour of the Romans, as Antallius could survey the scene again.
The mounted Tribune Lacitus shouted over to his brother. "I told you Antallius! I will always look out for my little brother! No matter how old we get!"
Antallius grinned back to the expressionless silvered mask of the Roman cavalry man. "Thank you, brother!" shouted Antallius, as Tribune Lacitus wheeled his horse round to re-enter the attack on this tribe.
Tribune Lacitus next came into contact with a wounded warrior whose blood stains covered his white tunic and who could now only hold his sword by his side.
Lacitus and his horse slowed to a standstill. At walking pace, Lacitus held out his sword to the wandering man, almost jabbing the man in the neck. "Tell me where your village wealth is kept and you will live!"
"In the Great Hall!" answered the wandering man, answering instinctively, unaware of what he was saying and to whom, due to his severe injuries.
"Good answer!" replied Tribune Lacitus and he withdrew his sword, as to his word. Tribune Lacitus was not the sort of person to leave things to chance and had learned several languages such as this one, in case they should ever be required. The opportunity to amass this tribes's wealth was still going to plan. Enough wealth, even after the soldiers' share, that would be enough to pay off his father's debts and allow his father to live.
Tribune Lacitus commanded a section of the cavalry to work with him, to cut their way through to the Great Hall. "To the Great Hall lads!" Lacitus pointed his sword to show the way. "That is where their wealth is kept! It will all be divided up amongst us all!"
A cheer went up from the men, eager to add to their earnings from this campaign. If there was one thing that was better than winning a battle, it was the spoils of war.
Centurion Antallius watched his brother ride off into the distance with his close band of cavalry. He was sure he heard his brother's shouts amongst all the clattering of swords and he knew that any resistance from this tribe would be futile - the battle was won.
Walking with Jamis, the two men surveyed the scene once more. Any remaining men of the tribe were fleeing back towards the trees, living to perhaps fight another day.
The two men came across an injured warrior face down on the ground. Jamis recognised the silver torque on the man's arm, still shining amongst the mud and grass. Gently, Jamis turned the man towards him, to meet King Kadlun's waiting eyes.
Kadlun spoke directly to Jamis, no pretence of grandeur, just two men. "I saw my son escape into the trees." Kadlun smiled. "He lives on. Please give him my silver torque. Our tribe will go on."
Jamis tried to smile back. "Of course it will. I will do my best to make sure it does, now that I have this role."
Kadlun took a painful breath and clasped Jamis's arm. "Thank you, Jamis." Kadlun closed his eyes. "Tell my son, I love him."
"I will. But he knows and he loves you, too."
Jamis felt Kadlun's grip lessen and eased Kadlun's head onto the ground. The pained expression gone. Jamis looked away and his eye was caught by the sunlight's reflection off a stag's antlers on a distant hill.
Perhaps it was true, thought Jamis. Perhaps the stories he was told of as a child, of the stag leading the warriors into the next life, was true. But it struck Jamis that perhaps a message behind the stories was more to be believed - that life is safely carried on and is not in vain, a life to be carried on by others, in the everything around us and the ones who made it to the trees.
Jamis and Antallius looked at each other. They did not speak. Each had survived to live another day, as had King Kadlun, but just in a different way.



Chapter 7.
Tribune Lacitus had received a fair price from Demius The Trader for his spoils of war. He was particularly pleased with the amount he had received for the small golden eagle, which had been a gift to King Kadlun.
Tribune Lacitus had been granted some leave and was already making progress with a small party, south to Londinium, to pay off his father's debts. He would pass Trimontium and Hadrian's Wall, continuing down the length of this country. All going well, he would journey back northwards thereafter, taking some time with his father at the Trimontium Roman Fort, before his father finally retired to the warmer, sunnier climate of Rome.
Again all going well, this retirement depended on Tribune Lacitus paying off his father's debts, otherwise it would be one of history's shortest retirements. His debtors would not be slow in recouping as much money as they could, before their quiet punishment of death. No excusal on this matter would be forthcoming from his debtors. It would all be regardless of his high standing as a Senior Tribune of Trimontium.
Tribune Lacitus enjoyed travelling through the Trimontium area. He felt secure there, with the strong Roman presence and a pleasant green that reminded him of the area around Rome. Trimontium, he reflected, would be a fine area to build an impressive villa, once peaceful times were obtained.
There was no time to seek out his father on this outward journey. The only priority for this first journey was to pay off his father's debts as swiftly as possible. A jovial time with his father at Trimontium would hopefully come later. All being well.
After several nights of reasonable comfort at various staging posts, the small party reached Londinium. Tribune Lacitus had passed through Londinium a few times before and he was aware of some better Inns that should be secure enough for distinguished Romans, such as himself.
Tribune Lacitus was greeted warmly by the Inn owner, as usual. The Inn owner was a former Centurion, now retired, by the name of Jose. Originally from a Unit in Hispania, he ended up fighting in Britannia and now he had made his life here, with no intention of ever leaving. Britannia was now his home, with his wife and children.
Jose had served with the Tribune for many years and he was someone that Lacitus could trust with his life. Many a battle had been won because of Jose's bravery and he was one of the reasons that had got Lacitus to his position today, due to the battles won and the order he instilled in each of his men.
"My Jupiter! Tribune Lacitus! What a pleasure to see you!"
"Centurion Jose! The pleasure is all mine! It is good to see you!"
"And what brings you to Londinium? Is it official business? Or have you killed all the Barbarians up north and there is nothing left for you to do up there? Perhaps they saw you coming and they jumped into the water and froze their.."
"No." Lacitus interjected, laughing. "Nothing like that. I just have a bit of personal business to attend to before heading back up north to visit my father at Trimontium Fort, before his retirement back to Rome."
"Well, you are most welcome here. You and your fine party of decent men." Jose looked across at Lacitus's party and addressed them directly. "I know he is tough, but he is tough but fair! Just like how I taught him to be!"
Lacitus was a little embarrassed, but it was good to see his friend again, one of his greatest mentors, good to his core. "While I carry out this bit of personal business, will you look after my men, please Jose? I will take two bodyguards with me, if you could keep these other eight lads fed, watered and entertained?"
"Of course, Tribune! It would be an honour! They do know, though, that if they are planning to beat me at arm-wrestling or to take me on in any fight, that there will only be one winner?"
"Oh yes, Jose! I've told the men that you are the strongest and bravest I have ever come across. There will be no trouble from them!"
"Very good, Tribune! Then they will enjoy their stay here!"
Tribune Lacitus was relieved to have this contact in Londinium and after giving Jose a handsome amount of money to see to all their requirements, Lacitus looked forward to a decent meal, to set himself up for tomorrow, where his personal business was to repay his father's debts and to hopefully save his father's life.


Chapter 8.
Lacitus knocked on the door, which was promptly answered by a young woman.
"I am here to see Simitus. I am Tribune Lacitus, son of Senior Tribune Rexis of Trimontium Fort."
"Please, come in. I am Simitus's assistant, Andreah."
Andreah went through another door and moments later Simitus emerged and nodded. "I have been expecting you."
Lacitus and his two men were lead through the next doorway into a long corridor.
"Your two men can be seated here, where they will be attended to with some food and wine. We will continue on further to a private place to attend to our business."
"Very well." Lacitus nodded and followed Simitus down the corridor. The corridor also seemed to be descending below ground level, with various downward steps from time to time, illuminated by torches on the sides of the walls
At the end of the corridor Simitus opened a door, that Simitus closed firmly behind once both men were inside.
Lacitus took a moment to take in his new surroundings of the long, narrow room, almost as if a cave, with a bench row running along each side. The room was illuminated sparingly by a few torches on the walls. On the left wall, Lacitus made out the large marble sculpture of Mithras slaying the bull. On the opposite wall, Lacitus saw the large statue of Mithras himself, the Phrygian Cap catching the light from the wall torches. Straight ahead, at the furthest away wall, Lacitus viewed a stone alter. Was this the Mithraem his father had attended?
Lacitus looked back at Simitus. Something around his neck was also catching the light from the wall torches. It was a small, amber amulet of a gladiator's head, around Simitus's neck and the light shimmered around it, to add to the mysterious scene.
Lacitus realised he was in the religious setting of the Londinium Mithraem. He knew his father was involved in this movement, as were many senior Romans and Lacitus knew this organisation was powerful, dangerous and growing. Lacitus wanted to do the business and get out.
"I have the money to pay off my father's debts."
"Very good. Please hand it to me, to count."
Lacitus handed the silver and gold money over to Simitus, which had been concealed in various attached pouches underneath his cloak, the weight of which had taken its toll on Lacitus's stamina. He sweated at his efforts to carry this money but also because of the fear of these surroundings and the situation he came to be here.
Simitus carefully counted the amount, which he lay on the ground beside him. Simitus looked back to Lacitus.
"I'm afraid this only represents half of the amount due."
"Half? Impossible! My father told me the amount that was due."
"Unfortunately, the amount increases with time and so the amount due is now indeed considerably higher."
"There is no way I can access any more money! This is all I have!" Lacitus was devastated at this turn of events. He knew that his debtors would reclaim as much of his father's wealth as possible and then dispose of his life to avoid any further difficulties.
"I see." Simitus looked at Lacitus directly. "And you also tried to defraud the Roman Empire by changing the figure on a Peace Document."
"What? No, I don't understand."
"Oh, come now Tribune Lacitus. Please do not deny it. We have our people everywhere and so we know exactly what is going on .... everywhere!"
Unknown to Lacitus, the Legionary Castus was one of these people that Simitus spoke of and he had read and reported to Simitus every detail of the Peace Document that King Kadlun had thrown to the floor, which Castus had carefully examined, before handing back the document to Centurion Antallius.
"As it stands, both you and your father are dead men." Simitus paused, waiting for Lacitus to reply, but Lacitus was too stunned and afraid, to speak.
Simitus decided to continue. "There is however, one non-monetary way to repay the remainder of this debt - to ensure your father has a comfortable retirement and to ensure your fraudulent attempts are never discovered."
Lacitus tried to regain his composure. "And what would that be?"
"It is like this. General Tiscerus has become very popular with his men and it is thought he is plotting against our Emperor, to take the Emperor's throne himself!"
Lacitus nodded. "I've heard of him. By all accounts, he is ruthless for power and wealth."
"Indeed. And he is also extremely corrupt. If the Empire was in his hands, it would be finished within years. All the wealth would be corrupted to himself and to his few others and there would be no funds to pay our armies or our way life."
Simitus walked towards the alter, around its back and then stood facing Lacitus, who had not moved, his legs unwilling to move.
Simitus laid his hands gently onto the alter's surface. "To repay this debt in full, you must kill General Tiscerus. There is a Games organised at the Corinium Amphitheatre, where General Tiscerus is to be the guest of honour. There will be eight thousand people there. There will be gladiators and a whole range of entertainment. Some of our men will make up the crowd and you will join them to strike the killing blows."
Lacitus could not believe what he was hearing. Surely this must be a nightmare? Had he drunk too much as Jose's guest?
"Why me?" Lacitus asked.
Simitus looked through the documents on top of the alter and then looked up and smiled at Simitus. "Because in all the documentation, no-one has ever beaten your scores at training school. There was one other that equalled your score, many years before, but none since. Not even close. Fighting with our men, they will get you as close as they can, but only you have that final piece of skill to finish the job."
Simitus closed the documentation and looking directly at Lacitus, he continued. "You have my word that by taking on this mission and acting bravely, your father's debts will be considered cleared and your past mistake, ignored."
"And if I do not take on this mission?"
"It is your choice. But if you do not take on this mission, your father's debts will have only been halved and you will face the charge of defrauding Rome."
Lacitus stared at the amber amulet of the gladiator's head, around Simitus's neck. He knew that he was dealing with powerful people way beyond his control and he knew that he would have to have the courage of a gladiator himself, to complete this mission.


Chapter 9.
Jose looked at Lacitus as one of the men completed his story. The men laughed raucously, with the drinking of more wine helping to soothe their voices, hoarse with laughter. Jose was not fooled by Lacitus's false smiles or forced laughter.
Jose waved his hand. "Lads! Carry on! There's plenty more food and drink. I'll be back in a few moments after I've had a quick word with your Tribune about a matter he can help me with."
Jose and Lacitus left the room and entered Jose's private quarters, to sit beside a small fire.
"So Jose, what is this matter that I can help you with?"
"It is to tell me, by Jupiter, what is going on! You can't fool me with your pretend smiles or attempts to laugh! Tell me!"
Lacitus was not sure where to begin but he wanted to tell his story in a few words. "The bit of business that I had this morning - it did not go well. In order for my father's debts to be cleared and for me to escape any punishment from the Army for any past mistakes, I have to kill someone who threatens the whole Roman Empire."
"Who?" asked Jose.
"General Tiscerus. He aims to be the next Emperor and his corruption would ensure that the army would no longer have the means to carry on effectively or Rome to no longer have the means to be the Power that it has become."
"And how is this General Tiscerus to be killed?"
"At the next Games at the Corinium Amphitheatre where he is the guest of honour. Some men will battle their way to his seat, where I am to try succeed in the final blows. If I am brave in this attempt, all debts and mistakes are to be forgiven."
"I see." said Jose, in his wise, all knowing manner. He leaned across to the wooden wall panelling at his side and tapped one of the ends. Putting his hand inside, Jose pulled out an ornate short sword.
Lacitus recognised the short sword immediately as the one he had given Jose on his retirement. Placing the sword on the table, the embossed silver caught the light from the fire and the workmanship almost took Lacitus's breath away.
Jose then tapped another of the wood panels and put his hand inside again. This time he brought out his regular short sword - the one he had used from the first day he had been appointed as a Centurion in Hispania, many years before. Jose placed this second short sword on the table, beside the first.
Jose looked Lacitus squarely in the eyes. "I have my weapons. I am coming with you."
"I can't ask you to do that! You could be killed!"
Jose smiled. Resolute, as usual. "You seem to forget that I am as skilled as you! In fact, remember that I was equal in score to you at training school! My mind is made up and you know that to be true. When do we leave for Corinium?"
Lacitus knew it would be futile to persuade his mentor otherwise.
"Tomorrow."


Chapter 10.
Jose had came up with the cover story that he and Lacitus would part from the rest of the men near Corinium. This was on the pretence that they were going to meet up with their Unit's former retired Optio - Optio Sabis - at the Games in Corinium and then the three comrades would travel onwards to Trimontium to meet up with Rexis, for the Unit's former officers to be as one again.
In reality, Lacitus doubted that any of them would see Rexis again. He did however think there was a chance they would see Sabis at the Corinium Games as Sabis, was the Roman Empire's biggest gambler. Sabis would bet on anything and if Lacitus's memory served him right, would win and lose everything on a regular basis. Lacitus hoped that Sabis was winning more than he was losing, as Sabis was as brave and loyal as they came.
With the two groups parted, Lacitus and Jose continued onwards. Nearing Corinium, the two men added a red cloth to their neck, to show support for the Reds. This had been the instruction from Simitus and the two men were to look out for a group near the amphitheatre entrance, wearing similar red cloths - the group that would fight their way to try get Lacitus to General Tiscerus for the final blows.
Sure enough, as Lacitus and Jose reached the amphitheatre entrance, a group of around twelve men, each wearing a bit of red, stood out a little from the rest.
"That must be them." pointed Lacitus to Jose and the two men dismounted, Lacitus paying a young man to tether and look after their horses. For their horses to still be there if they got back, could only be taken on trust, just as General Tiscerus could only trust not to be killed in such a large crowd of people. Lacitus reflected that one or more of these trusts could be broken today.
As Lacitus and Jose approached, one man in the group started to turn towards them. His broad, squat, muscular figure was the unmistakable outline of the retired Optio Sabis, who looked just the same as always, except a little greyer.
"By all the Gods, is this Tribune Lacitus and Centurion Jose I see before me?"
"Indeed it is, Optio! I hope you have stopped gambling?" asked Lacitus.
Optio Sabis shook his head sadly, showing that he had not. "Unfortunately not."
"Well I hope you are winning more than you are losing?" Jose asked hopefully.
Optio Sabis shook his head again. "Sadly not, old friend." Sabis moved In closer so that no-one but Jose and Lacitus could hear. "In fact, that is why I am here. A man called Simitus offered to pay off all my gambling debts if I took part in this mission. Well, it was an offer I couldn't refuse. And you?"
Lacitus tried a rueful smile. "I took a gamble of sorts relating to a decision. Simitus found out and so this mission was my only credible option. Jose, though, is only here because he would not let me go alone."
Lacitus nodded and smiled at the rest of the men and then spoke to Sabis again. "And the rest of the men?"
"Some are here to dispose General Tiscerus, as a threat to the Emperor. Others seem to be because of one bad reason or another - a final chance offered by people like Simitus. If we fight bravely and get you to General Tiscerus, then we are to trust that our problems will be taken care of."
There was that issue of trust again, thought Lacitus. He had to trust that these men were skilled enough fighters for this mission to have a successful outcome, skilled enough to win the fight when the gladiators begin.

Chapter 11.
The group of twelve sat nervously, watching a display of exotic animals being paraded around the amphitheatre. Although fascinating, the group could not really enjoy the spectacle as much as they would hope to, as the battle of their lives was imminent when the gladiators began.
To great applause the Gladiators entered the ring. Today the fight would be between the Retiarius ("The Fisherman") and the Secutor ("The Fish"). Both made an impressive sight.
The Retiarius Fisherman walked out carrying his long three pronged trident and his weighted net, to catch his prey. In his light armour he also had his dagger, in case it was needed.
The Secutor Fish walked slower, his heavy helmet and armour providing protection but the weight would cause fatigue in a long fight. He carried his large shield and sword and hoped that his opponent was not too agile.
The two Gladiators took their applause and then made their way to the centre of the ring. After a short face-off, the fight began, the signal also for the group of twelve to commence their attack!
A diamond shape formed in the crowd, with the retired Optio Sabis on point, barging people aside, with pommel and flat of his sword, the small group making progress towards General Tiscerus.
People further away looked on, then dismissed this as a small fight amongst the crowd, perhaps about a bet and then turned their attention back to the ring.
The Retiarius Fisherman threw his net but the Secutor Fish swerved to one side and thrust his sword. The net was retrieved and the Secutor Fish struck his sword out again, enough to make contact with the Retiarius Fisherman, who screamed as the sword cut through his arm flesh.
Optio Sabis struck his sword into the stomach of an unmoving giant Guard and then flung the giant to the side, the rest of the diamond moving through, closing in General Tiscerus's canopied enclosure.
The Retiarius Fisherman regained his composure and used his speed to appear at the side of the Secutor Fish, thrusting his three pronged trident into his opponent's leg. The Secutor Fish raised his head in agony, his heavy helmet concealed his face of pain.
Optio Sabis fell back, his arm throbbing at a glancing blow of a Guard's sword. Within the diamond Centurion Jose stepped forward to point, General Tiscerus now in full view ahead.
Secutor Fish lashed out with his sword, tiring with the weight of his armour, shield and helmet. More of a slash in hope rather than accuracy, as Retiarius Fisherman quickly threw his net again, this time entangling Secutor Fish.
Centurion Jose reached General Tiscerus's last guard, parrying the Guard's sword thrust, sweeping the Guard's blade to the side before quickly thrusting his own sword into the Guard's unguarded throat, for the Guard to fall away. General Tiscerus was now alone as Tribune Lacitus stepped forward to take the attack.
Secutor Fish flailed his arms, unable to raise his sword from under the weighted net. Retiarius Fisherman thrust his trident with all his might, stabbing Secutor Fish deep in his stomach, causing Secutor Fish to topple backwards and crash down onto the ground, ensnared within the net.
Tribune Lacitus's sword blow was met by General Tiscerus, who then pushed Tribune Lacitus back with all his might, causing Tribune Lacitus to stagger back and fall to the ground. General Tiscerus landed on top of him, dropping his sword and thrusting his dagger towards Tribune Lacitus's face. Tribune Lacitus managed to grab General Tiscerus's wrist, holding off the dagger's blade, so close to his face. Tribune Lacitus knew that he would not be able to stop the blade reaching his face for much longer.
Secutor Fish somehow felt his arm freeing from the net, which must have moved. With all his might, Secutor Fish managed to release his arm and thrust his sword deep into the unexpected Retiarius Fisherman's chest, causing a fatal injury that felled him backwards to the ground. Secutor Fish's stomach wound was bad but not fatal and he held his stomach with his arm as he stood over Retiarius Fisherman.
An unsuspected boot bashed into General Tiscerus's head, knocking him off Tribune Lacitus and onto the ground by the Tribune's side. There, the diamond closed in on the dazed General, inflicting stab wounds, that would appear to make the General's future short and fatal, rather than long and immortal of an Emperor.
Tribune Lacitus's view had been replaced by Centurion Jose, with an outstretched arm hauling Tribune Lacitus to his feet.
Centurion Jose grinned. "I always did have a good kick!"
Tribune Lacitus grinned back. "Indeed you did! As many a Legionary also found out to their peril"
Tribune Lacitus caught sight of a commotion ahead. It was a group of guards pushing their way towards them, swords raised and used to clear their way, pommel or blade.
Tribune Lacitus quickly took stock of the situation. The next step was now to get the diamond out of there, alive. "Turn, men! Charge to the Exit!"
The diamond was quick to move, knocking any spectators out of their way, many still watching the final moments of the gladiator contest below. Retiarius Fisherman was carried away, his skill and luck having finally run out. The victor Secutor Fish almost staggered away, helped to exit the arena, the blood visibly seeping from his stomach - a nasty wound but with time, his gladiator fighting days would continue.
The diamond found their exit and continued at speed to try make their escape. Ahead various young men waited with horses and Lacitus made out their own, the young man still there, true to his task.
There it was again, thought Lacitus as they continued running. It was all about trust. Their escape would not have been possible without the trust of this young man and Lacitus was grateful to fulfill his side of the bargain, his trust, by paying the young man for his task, well done. The diamond dispersed, horses leaving with their victors, alive to fight and live another day. Optio Sabis, Centurion Jose and Tribune Lacitus grinned at one another as they rode. Somehow they had won their fight. Somehow they had survived. Somehow they could now live again.

Chapter 12.
Tribune Lacitus, Centurion Jose and Optio Sabis stopped around a mile from the Trimontium Roman Fort, to change into their finer outerwear. They wanted to look their best for their former Tribune - Tribune Rexis and also to all the cavalry stationed there.
Each of them put on their helmets. Lacitus and Jose looked imposing with their silvered face masks. The fixed, staring expression enough to frighten any enemy, looking almost as if the riders came from a different world.
Optio Sabis was not to be outdone. His bronze helmet caught the rays of sunshine, the polished surface reflecting the light. On his helmet, the embossed scene of the winged Cupid driving a chariot pulled by leopards, ensured his helmet would be a fine sight to see.
Finery on, the three men got underway and it was not long before they reached Trimontium. A Roman guard from within the Fort, watched them approach from afar and recognising his former colleagues, was proud to announce their arrival.
"Officers approaching! Open the gates! Stand to attention inside!"
The three men recognised their former colleague's voice of Legionary Davius, a brave soldier whose voice carried the battlefield, inspiring the men around him. As they passed through the gates, they purposefully bowed their heads to Davius, just as they used to do before.
Now within Trimontium, men stood to attention for the three Veteran Officers. The face masks and helmets of the riders did indeed make a fine impression. Some like Davius, who had served alongside them, could barely contain their delight at seeing them again and the feeling was mutual, the three bowing their heads in acknowledgement to their comrades and to the newer recruits.
A formal salute was exchanged between the three men and Senior Tribune Rexis, after which Rexis and his son Lacitus took a few moments alone in Rexis's quarters.
"It is all paid, Father. It is all over."
Lacitus watched his father's obvious relief. He saw his father's expression ease, his forehead unfurl and his shoulders relax. Lacitus caught the same look on his father's face that he remembered as a child, when his father proudly showed off his new Roman Officer uniform to his wife and child.
"Thank you, son." Rexis and Lacitus warmly embraced. "This means that my life's work is complete. You and your brother Antallius are in good positions and I can retire to Rome with your mother."
"I can see it is a weight off your mind "
"It is. Definitely. Our Villa will pass to you and your brother when we die. Our name goes on with honour. Who knows how high in society the next generation will reach, either Julius or a son of your own, perhaps."
"Who knows!"
Rexis smiled and his mind turned towards celebration. "I think it is time we ask Centurion Jose and Optio Sabis in here. They must be ready for a drink after their long journey!"
"Oh, yes! Indeed they will!" beamed Lacitus. "And knowing them like we do, we may have a long evening ahead of us!"
Lacitus was of course, very correct. Rexis was as usual, the perfect host. Warm wine was poured from the most elegant jug Lacitus had ever seen - bronze and beautifully formed, with the face of a young lady embellished at the base of the handle.
Some stew had been presented in a striking silver pot decorated with a hunting scene and each man felt that it was the nicest meat they had tasted, perhaps because of the relaxed, happy occasion that this was.
They drank from ornate glass cups that depicted a Roman Gladiator fight. Rexis told them that the glasses were antique, having purchased them in Gaul and dated back almost eighty years, to the time of Nero.
The irony of the gladiator images on the glasses was not lost on the three guests, bearing in mind their bravery at overcoming General Tiscerus at the amphitheatre in Corinium. However Lacitus had sworn his former Centurion and Optio to secrecy in their involvement of their attack on General Tiscerus and his men.
Instead the three men from time to time looked at the gladiator scene on their cup and then to each other, with a knowing smile, raised eyebrow or a glint in their eye - a private joke that remained so, with Tribune Rexis unaware and blissfully dreaming of retirement with an eased mind.

Chapter 13.
Centurion Antallius woke with a start. Someone was knocking at his door. Quickly, he rose and with dagger in hand, he opened up. It was Optio Scrivinus.
"Sir, we are under attack! Fire arrows are landing inside our Fort and the enemy are trying to scale our walls!"
Centurion Antallius tried to exude an air of calm, befitting to his position. "Ensure the men put out the fires and repel any ladders. Fire the spears with accuracy, just as we have trained. I will be out momentarily."
"Very good, Sir!"
This was the last thing Centurion Antallius needed. He had only just won his first battle against King Kadlun and that was primarily because his brother and Centurion Aglastus had appeared to deal with an unexpected charge from the right of the battlefield.
Now, thought Antallius, his brother Tribune Lacitus may return to Balmuildy Fort to discover it in ruins, burnt out and desolate. Roman soldiers would be lying dead and fatally injured and Antallius would be one of them.
Antallius spoke quietly out loud to himself. "This is not good. Not good at all."

Chapter 14.
Secretary Andreah handed Simitus the latest document that had just arrived. It was not even dawn and so this document was perhaps of the utmost importance. Simitus frowned, the more he read.
Andreah was quick to notice Simitus's change of demeanor. "What is wrong, Simitus?"
Simitus looked up from his unpleasant reading. "It would appear that General Tiscerus has somehow survived the attack at the Corinium amphitheatre. Everyone thought he had died, but he has clung on to life and is now recovering. He will no doubt re-double his efforts to prepare his men against the Emperor. Please fetch our writing material, Andreah."
Andreah left the room to gather the writing material, for what would be a busy day of correspondence concerning this news on General Tiscerus.
And so just as Centurion Antallius had spoken the same words hundreds of miles away, at almost the very same moment, Simitus spoke the same. "This is not good. Not good at all."
Only one man could stop General Tiscerus and perhaps in so doing, would save the Emperor. This man, once again, was Tribune Lacitus. The next question was how to persuade Tribune Lacitus to perform this task.
Tribune Lacitus's mission was not over, after all.

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In "The Antonine Romans and The Tribune's Mission", Centurion Jose is named in tribute to Mr Dwayne Jose, a great friend of one of my American readers.
Also, The Secretary "Andreah" is named after one of my Austrian readers, as is the reference to a Germanic wine that Centurion Andronicus is drinking in Chapter 12 in the previous "The Antonine Romans and The Redemption".