Gordon Doherty - Land of the Sacred Fire

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‘Your ships will make a fine addition to my fleet,’ he cried, his smile broadening.

Zosimus threw down his shield and grappled the edge of the vessel with one hand then reached out with the other, as if strangling an imaginary victim. ‘Come and fight us on foot, face to face, steel against steel.’

Felix watched as the liburnian came round again. ‘We need to halt them, pin them, somehow.’

‘Aye, a harpax would be a fine thing,’ Gallus growled, his expression darker than a thundercloud.

Pavo’s thoughts raced — he had seen etchings of the ancient grappling hook that the republican galleys had used, centuries ago, to snare, reel in and then board enemy vessels. But etchings were of no use now. He looked all across the deck. There were planks of timber, barrels and strips of leather and linen, but they needed something solid — something fastened to their trireme that would also catch on the pirate liburnian. Then his eyes locked onto the anchor chain.

He looked up, seeing Gallus’ eyes fixed on it too. The tribunus turned, met Pavo’s gaze and those of every man nearby. ‘Get the anchor to the lip of the boat!’

‘What the?’ Sura frowned as a group of legionaries clustered around the rusting iron burden. ‘We’re dropping anchor?’

‘In a way, yes,’ Pavo wheezed as he crouched and helped lift the iron monolith to his shoulders, the barnacles scraping on his knuckles. Even with the efforts of twelve men, the burden was enormous. ‘Now give us a hand.’

‘They’re coming round again,’ Zosimus yelled, ‘and the second liburnian is on its way too.’

Gallus’ glare sharpened as he ushered Pavo and the legionaries over to the ship’s edge. ‘That’s it, keep low, keep down,’ he encouraged them as they took the anchor on their backs, crouching below the lip of the vessel.

The liburnian cut once more along the side of the trireme.

‘Slings again, ready shields!’ Zosimus bawled.

But before the Cretan pirates could loose their hail, Gallus stood tall. ‘Up and over!’ he roared.

Pavo cried with the colossal effort of rising with the anchor on his back. His comrades groaned likewise, but the iron monolith ground and splintered against the edge of the trireme and then, at once, the weight was gone.

Pavo panted, seeing the pirates gawp, their slings falling limp. The pirate captain’s broad grin faded, and his face greyed as the anchor hurtled down, then plunged into the deck of the liburnian with a crash of shredding timber. Dust and splinters billowed into the air, and then all was silent. For a moment, it seemed that the hole in the deck had caused little harm as the liburnian continued on its sweeping course. But then the anchor chain lifted and grew taut as the liburnian drew away from the hull of the Roman trireme. First, there was a groan of timber, then a chopping, snapping and shredding of collapsing hull. The Roman trireme tilted, but the lighter liburnian took the brunt of the stress.

‘Pull down the sails!’ the pirate captain cried. But it was too late. With the liburnian at full sail, the grappling anchor caused the pirate vessel to pivot sharply, almost dragging its hull below the water so acute was the angle. This jolted the pirates, casting them across the decks like toys. Some were catapulted overboard, one serving as an appetiser for the gathered shiver of sharks — his body torn apart in moments.

As the snared and crippled liburnian settled, the legionaries hauled at the anchor chain and drew the vessel back towards the trireme. When the hulls touched, Gallus stepped up on the edge of the trireme and glowered down on the pirate crew, his teeth clenched and his eyes alight with fury. Pavo joined him. Zosimus, Sura and the rest of the century were quick to follow.

‘Finish them!’ he roared.

Like swooping eagles, the century leapt down onto the pirate deck. They came together as one, nudging together, spears raised, shields interlocked. The pirates’ shock faded when they realised they had no option but to fight or die.

The leader drew his hook-ended falcata blade, then waved his men together. They presented a rabble of shields and blades. With a cry, they rushed the Roman square.

Pavo felt his whole body tremble with battle-rage as a roar tumbled from his lungs and mixed with those of his comrades. A clatter of iron on iron was accompanied by a ferocious jolt to his shield arm as the Cretan pirate charge battered the Roman square back.

‘Stay together! Cut to the throat, to the thigh, keep your shields high,’ Pavo cried out as he felt the legionaries either side of him struggle to stay on their feet. He lowered his shield just enough to see over it, and was greeted by the sight of a bald, sunburnt giant thrusting a curved blade at his face. Pavo jinked to one side, the blade singing past his ear, then jabbed his spear out, lancing the giant through the chest. The giant’s grimace suddenly vanished, and a look of confusion replaced it along with an eruption of black blood from his lips and nostrils. Pavo ripped his spear back from the man’s ribs, then slipped on something and crashed to the deck. He shuddered as he realised he had fallen in the spilled guts of one of his dead comrades, but when the legionary square pushed forward around him, he knew they were winning. He leapt up and barged forward to take his place in the front line again, drawing his spatha and hacking out at the rodent-faced brigand that lurched for him. The spatha blade cut through the man’s neck and brought with it a shower of blood. Pavo felt the hot gore splatter on his lips and grimaced at the familiar metallic stench.

‘Come on — let’s finish this,’ he heard Gallus urge them on. ‘These bastards have had their day, now let’s show them the road to Hades!’

With renewed vigour, the Roman square barged forward. Pirates fell in swathes and the shattered decks ran slick with blood.

‘Fight on, you dogs,’ the pirate captain roared, hacking at one of his men who fled from the fight, ‘our reinforcements are almost here.’

Pavo heard the ensuing pirate roar of approval and shot a glance out to sea. Indeed, the second liburnian was slicing towards them, a hundred or more eager crewmen perched around the edge of the vessel, eager to join and surely turn the fight. But, like a predator lunging from the waves, the prow of Centurion Quadratus’ trireme hammered into the side of the second liburnian. The smaller ship crumpled under the impact and the crew were cast into the waves.

The pirates before Pavo fell silent and blanched at this, some backing off only to be cut down by the legionary advance. The last few even took to leaping overboard, preferring to take their chances with the sharks instead of the blood-soaked Roman blades. At the last, only the pirate leader remained. He backed away, towards the stern, readying to leap into the water. But he glanced down there only to see the blacktip sharks gorging on the foolish pirates thrashing nearby. Dissuaded by this sight, he looked up to the panting, snarling, gore-streaked Roman century.

Gallus strode over to the captain and lifted his spatha to the man’s throat, his icy glare trained along the blade’s length. Pavo saw the pirate’s languid grin fade and his confidence waver. The man dropped his bloodstained falcata. The blade stabbed into the deck and quivered. He raised his hands either side in supplication.

‘There is no need for any more bloodshed,’ he said, unclipping a bulging leather purse from his belt. It was worn and bore a flaking image of a tawny gold lion. ‘The man who hired me promised me riches that could pay a whole legion for a year. This is but a downpayment.’ He held out the purse to Gallus, shaking it with a thick clunking of coins. ‘I will let you have this,’ he said, his eyes glinting. ‘You could retire, live the life of a senator or a noble with your family?’ he searched Gallus’ eyes. ‘Just put me ashore.’

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