Peter Darman - Parthian Dawn

‘I just feel that he should look the part, that is all.’

She shook her head. ‘I don’t trust you; I can tell that something is brewing.’

But I would say no more on the matter and that was that. The next day I had an invitation to attend Dobbai in her private chambers. Her room was down the corridor from our own bedroom, though no one ventured past its doors, mostly through fear that they would not come out alive. But I never heard any strange noises that indicated that sorcery was being practised and we never broached the subject of what was in her room out of respect for her. The palace staff had grown quite fond of Dobbai despite her uncouth ways and fierce tongue, and Claudia of course loved her. It was a source of comfort to me that she lived with us, though I knew that at any time she might leave and never be seen again. That said, I liked to think that she was happy here.

I swallowed and then knocked on the doors.

‘Enter.’

I opened one of the doors and walked in. I had expected to be met by a room covered in cobwebs, filthy and with a foul odour. Instead I found a neat and tidy space with a single bed along one wall, two rows of shelves opposite holding neatly arranged scrolls and jars of what I assumed were herbs of some sort, and a table and chair next to the twin doors that opened onto her own balcony. Light and airy, a slight smell of incense entered my nostrils.

‘Why did you summon me?’ I asked.

She smiled. ‘I know what you desire, but I have to tell you that if you march to Mesene the empire will be engulfed in flames.’

‘Chosroes must be punished for his attack against me.’

She shrugged. ‘Is not his defeat and the destruction of his army not punishment enough?’

‘No.’

‘I would advise against it.’

I was in no mood for her games. ‘Why, have the gods spoken to you, threatening divine retribution against me for daring to fight for my kingdom’s freedom?’

She said nothing for a few seconds. ‘Why do you speak of the gods with such disrespect? Has your thirst for revenge dimmed your wits? The gods have been kind to you thus far; it is unwise to insult them.’

‘There is no honour left in the empire,’ I said with disgust.

She doubled up with laughter, placing her hands on her knees.

‘Since when has there been any honour in Parthia, or anywhere else for that matter? What a foolish man you are at times.’

‘Narses and Mithridates must be removed. They will destroy the empire if they are allowed to go unchecked.’

‘Ah, now we come to it. You wish to see Ctesiphon purged of the family of Phraates and its supporters.’

‘I wish to see order and honour restored to the empire,’ I said grandly.

‘And you think marching on Mesene will achieve that?’

‘It is a start,’ I replied.

She looked directly into my eyes.

‘Perhaps Dura is too small for King Pacorus, perhaps he wishes to sit on the throne at Ctesiphon.’

‘Don’t be absurd.’

She still fixed me with her stare. ‘Absurd is it? No more absurd than returning from Italy like a dead man returning from the underworld, or making peace with the Agraci, or defeating your enemies before Dura.’

‘I do not wish to be King of Kings,’ I said firmly.

‘Then I say this to you again, son of Hatra,’ her voice had an ominous tone, ‘if you embark upon the path of retribution you will plunge the empire into chaos, the outcome of which may not be to your advantage or liking.’

‘No,’ I shouted, ‘Chosroes will be held accountable for his actions, even if it means all the demons of the underworld are unleashed upon the world.’

‘You go to kill Chosroes.’

‘Yes.’

She shrugged. ‘It is of no concern to me. Do what you will.’

‘I will.’

She pointed a bony figure at me. ‘The gods love chaos and they love you, son of Hatra, for you give them what they desire most.’

‘And what is that?’

‘An endless river of blood.’

‘Well, then,’ I said smugly, ‘if the gods love me then I cannot lose.’

She nodded and smiled. ‘You cannot outwit the gods, son of Hatra.’

‘As long as they are not against me, then I will settle for that.’

I was little troubled by Dobbai’s warning, and in any case I had no desire to take control of the empire. Just a short, sharp campaign in Mesene and then things would return to normal. My father wrote to me saying that still no word had come from Ctesiphon but that he had heard from Babylon, Media, Elymais and Atropaiene and even from Khosrou and Musa. They all pledged their allegiance to him and Dura, which further stiffened my resolve to punish Mesene. I was careful not to mention my plan to him, as I knew that he would try to dissuade me. I was not to be denied on this matter.

Practical matters pushed Dobbai’s musings aside as the final preparations were made for the campaign. Haytham sent a thousand horsemen to accompany Malik and Gallia told Kuban that he was to obey Nergal for the duration of the expedition. Kuban was delighted to be marching once again. No doubt the prospect of more slaughter filled him and his men with glee. The area around the legionary camp began to fill with tents, horses and camels as the lords and their followers rode into Dura. Kuban’s men had established their own camp south of the city, a sprawling collection of tents, each one domed, circular and made from a wooden frame covered with felt. The felt itself was made from the hair of camels, sheep, goats and horses and was remarkably resistant to the wind. The whole structure was tied down with straps that crisscrossed over the tent. They varied in size from those accommodating five men to Kuban’s command tent, which could billet up to fifteen people. Each tent took around an hour to set up or take down, though on campaign he and his men usually slept in the open beside their horses, though Kuban told me that they also slept in the saddle when the need arose. They numbered just under a thousand men now, having suffered some casualties during the battle with the Mesenians. Domitus grumbled that they were ill disciplined, which meant that they would not take his orders, but they were fierce warriors and a welcome addition to the army. Besides, technically they were under Gallia’s command.

The cataphracts had suffered greatly during our venture in Gordyene, but with the promotion of squires and the induction of new ones from the sons of the kingdom’s farmers their strength was brought up to eight hundred men. Of the five hundred heavy cavalry that Orodes had brought with him from Susiana, only two hundred and fifty were still alive, but they still rode under the banner of their prince and were accorded equal status with the Durans. Before we marched Domitus added another disc to the staff of victory, bearing the image of a burning camp.

‘I thought your decision to choke everyone with smoke should be immortalised,’ he said as I stood beside him in the tent that also held the gold griffin standard.

‘That is most considerate of you,’ I said. ‘Are the legions ready?’

‘They are ready, and they know that they are going to wreak vengeance on the Mesenians.’

‘How is their mood?’ I asked.

‘Excellent, the boys like the idea of visiting death and destruction on the bastards who threatened their families.’

I looked at him. ‘And how do you feel?’

‘I obey orders.’

‘I know that, Domitus, but as one friend to another, what is your opinion?’

‘Men respect strength,’ he replied gruffly, ‘so if we give those Mesenians a good hiding then that will send a message to anyone who’s thinking of tangling with us again.’

He had confirmed what I believed, though I was determined to give Chosroes more than a good hiding.