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going to die easily.’
    ‘Oh, come on! We’ve faced worse.’
    ‘Really? Do enlighten me.’
    Macro stared at his friend for a moment and then pursed his lips. ‘Fair point. The Parthians are hard bastards,’ he conceded and then rubbed his hands together. ‘It’ll be a tough nut to crack.’
    Cato stared at Macro for a moment and then shook his head.’Sometimes I swear that you think this is all some kind of game.’
    ‘Game?’ Macro looked surprised. ‘No. It’s better than that. It’s a calling. It’s what real soldiers live for. But of course you wouldn’t understand. Being a philosopher and all that.’
    Cato sighed. As far as Macro was concerned the extensive education that Cato had enjoyed before joining the legions was more of a curse than a benefit, as he never tired of making clear. For his part, Cato felt that the army was now his family and as long as he performed his duties as professionally as possible the cultural baggage he carried with him was irrelevant, except on those rare occasions when his esoteric knowledge might actually find some practical application. And then even Macro grudgingly relented, although he tried to conceal any flicker of admiration he might feel for Cato’s learning.
    Longinus held up his hands to still the angry tongues of his officers. ‘Gentlemen! I know how you feel about this news. I share your grief and rage and I swear, by almighty Jupiter, that we will avenge Centurion Castor and his men.
    We will bring fire and the sword to the Parthians such that they never again dare to disturb the peace of our lands, and those of our allies. Our goal is nothing less than the elimination of Parthia as a military power, and we will not rest until their king kneels before the Emperor and begs for his mercy!’
    The officers stamped their feet in approval and Macro nudged Cato. ‘That’s more like it. Longinus is my kind of general!’
    Cato frowned. ‘Have you forgotten why we were sent east in the first place?’ He lowered his voice. ‘The man was plotting against the Emperor.’
    ‘We never proved that.’
    ‘No,’ Cato admitted. ‘There is no conclusive proof, that is true. But we know what he was planning. We know the nature of the man, Macro. I don’t trust him. Nor should you.’
    Macro considered this for a moment and then scratched his chin with scarred knuckles. ‘Maybe this is his chance to redeem himself.’
    ‘Or maybe he is still trying to win a reputation, and a following, and make himself powerful enough to challenge the Emperor. Either way we should be wary of him. If he goes into this war recklessly, then we’re in great danger.’ Cato tipped his head towards the other officers in the hall. ‘All of us. We need a soldier’s general to lead us against the Parthians, not an ambitious politician. Besides, this campaign will present him with ample opportunity to get rid of us. Mark my words. We must be careful.’
    Macro nodded thoughtfully. ‘Fair enough.’
    On the podium, Longinus signalled for quiet again. ‘I have sent orders to the legates of the Third and Sixth Legions to join us here. As soon as the army is assembled we will march east and crush the Parthians. Until then, my comrades, we must ready our men for war. Every officer will prepare a full inventory of his equipment, recall any soldiers on detached duty and make all necessary requisitions. It is my intention that the army break camp the moment we are ready. You will receive your full orders for the coming campaign within days. I end with this thought . . .In the years to come, when we are all old men, people will look on us in wonder and say, there go the men who crushed Rome’s oldest and deadliest enemy. If we triumph – no, when we triumph, as we certainly will, then we shall have won more than a victory. Our deeds will win us all a share of immortality, and no true Roman can wish for more than that.’ Longinus drew his sword and stabbed the point into the air over his head.