Douglas Jackson - Saviour of Rome

‘Ten to one.’ Serpentius whistled.

‘Even so,’ Valerius put his mind to the tactical problems the governor was likely to face, ‘he might have a chance if he could choose his own ground. The problem is if Melanius can force battle on him at the time and place of his choosing. Pliny doesn’t have any option but to fight, whatever the odds. He can’t just give up Hispania to a rabble of garrison troops and auxiliaries. It would put every province in the Empire at risk and probably bring Vespasian down in any case.’ He picked up a lock knife, considered discarding it as too heavy then changed his mind. It artfully combined a spoon, a fork and a tool for removing stones from a horse’s hoof in a single mechanism, and you never knew when it would come in useful. He placed it in the sack and returned to his subject. ‘The big question is whether the Sixth will fight. They don’t even know they’re rebels. Their officers have convinced them they’ll be putting down a rebellion. What will happen if they come up against another regular formation? I’ve done what I can to sow the seeds of doubt, but who knows if it will work?’

‘If we can reach him first at least we can give him a chance to prepare.’ Serpentius tried to lift Valerius’s mood.

‘That’s true,’ Valerius agreed. ‘But even so, is the outcome likely to be any different? If Pliny stayed in Tarraco and defended the walls he might have a chance, but I may have done the rebels’ job for them by luring him out into the open.’

‘Then what can we do?’

Valerius met his friend’s eyes. ‘There is one possibility. Melanius has always been the driving force behind this conspiracy. From what Nepos and the others said, without him it would have collapsed long ago.’

‘You mean to cut the head off the snake.’

‘If I can.’

Serpentius shook his head. ‘If we can.’

‘But we’re not committing suicide to do it,’ Valerius insisted. ‘We can afford to shadow the column for a few days and still be in time to warn Pliny. If the opportunity to kill or capture Melanius presents itself we take it. If not, we’ll ride south.’

He hefted the sack and Serpentius followed him out into the morning sunshine. To his surprise he found Tito outside the gate with close to forty followers, hard-looking men, armed with spears or the vicious, curved falcata swords their forefathers had once used. Each stood at the head of a stocky, long-haired pony and their dress ranged from leather jerkins studded with bronze discs to the full set of mail Tito wore, courtesy of Valerius. More men were streaming in on foot through the pass from the mountain. He looked to the Spaniard. What was going on? Serpentius could only shrug and stare at his son.

Tito waved a hand that encompassed his followers. ‘We have decided that for our own honour we cannot let you risk your lives alone.’ Serpentius let out a snort of bitter laughter at this presumption, but Valerius reached out and laid a hand on his arm. ‘If you fail,’ the young man continued, ‘each of us will suffer the consequences. Better for all if you succeed.’ Tito glanced to where Valerius now noticed Julia stood, and she nodded agreement. ‘And the greater the force that rides with you the greater the chance of success.’

‘I said I would not ask one Zoelan or Asturian to risk his life for Rome,’ Serpentius barked. ‘You defy me at your peril, boy.’

Tito faced up to his father. ‘It is not a question of asking and we are not doing this for Rome, but for ourselves and our families. The old ways are gone and they will never return. The only question is whether we learn to live with Rome or continue to bend the knee to the criminals who have bled Asturica Augusta dry and used the hook-noses to terrorize our people. Everyone here has suffered at the hands of Harpocration and his Parthians. They thirst for revenge. You,’ he pointed to Valerius, ‘said that the Emperor had promised to extend civitas in Hispania. At the time I did not understand what civitas meant. I feared we would be exchanging one form of bondage for another. But Julia has explained it to me and it seems to me that we can all benefit. When the time comes will you speak for Avala and the other mountain communities?’

‘If it is within my power,’ Valerius assured him in a voice strong enough for all to hear. A murmur ran through the growing crowd of men.

‘Then we will fight for you.’

Valerius shook his head. ‘I will speak out for the people of Avala whatever the outcome, but it must be your father’s decision whether you accompany us. These are his mountains and I have learned to trust his judgement with my life.’ He saw Tito’s angry glance at his father. ‘This is no slight on you, Tito, or your comrades, but there are some situations where two men are capable of achieving more than two hundred. This may be one of them. Serpentius?’

Serpentius marched towards his son with a look of grim resolve on his savage features. He stared into Tito’s eyes, arms by his sides and his fists clenching and unclenching. Tito tensed and no man could predict the outcome. The silence seemed to last an eternity before Serpentius reached out and clasped Tito by the shoulders. ‘You are my son. Your forefathers fought for Hannibal against Rome. Rome killed your mother and condemned me to a living death. But,’ now his eyes swept over the warriors who stood watching them, ‘discovering your existence has taught me there comes a time when a man must stop looking over his shoulder to the past and strive to create a better future. We can never do that with men like Melanius, Ferox and Severus robbing and enslaving our people. This changes everything.’ He looked over his shoulder to where Valerius stood watching. ‘We have an opportunity to place Rome in our debt. If you pledge that debt will be paid I will be proud to fight beside my son and my people.’

‘Are you certain about this?’ Valerius looked over the ragged band of Asturian warriors. Fighters, yes, but not soldiers. What would happen when they came up against the legionaries of the Sixth?

‘Your pledge?’

‘Of course. But I have the final say in how they’re used.’

‘You will command, Valerius, as always. You have never been careless with men’s lives. But I have some thoughts.’

‘Yes?’

The Spaniard nodded solemnly. ‘But first we must know exactly what we face.’

Two days later they looked upon their enemies.

Serpentius, Valerius and Tito had left the main portion of their motley force in the charge of a reliable elder after agreeing to meet again midway between Asturica Augusta and Legio. Meanwhile, Serpentius led Valerius and his son to a concealed position among stunted trees overlooking the road. They were plagued by buzzing insects beneath a burning sun that threatened to turn the rocks into glowing coals. This was the day Calpurnia Severa claimed Melanius would begin his march on Tarraco, but as the hours passed Valerius began to doubt. He had just dropped into a weary doze when Serpentius touched his arm.

‘Stay down,’ the Spaniard hissed. ‘Flank guards just below us.’

Valerius crouched behind the bole of a pine tree and looked down towards the road. A half troop of Parthian auxiliary cavalry rode by in a dusty field just below, their spear points glittering in the sunlight. A hazy cloud marked more horsemen on the far side of the valley. As he watched, the head of the column came into sight. Melanius had called the First and Second cohorts of the Sixth to Asturica to provide a show of strength as he began his bid for power. The legion’s involvement would have the twin effect of giving the operation a false legitimacy while simultaneously cowing any potential opposition.