The Gladiator (35 page)

‘And then?’

‘If I see such an attack coming, I’ll get the people up on to the acropolis and we’ll hold out there as long as we can.’

Julia glanced up at the gloomy mass of the hill that dominated Gortyna. ‘How long can you hold the acropolis?’

‘For several days. We’ll be safe enough from rebel attacks up there. The problem will be the water supply and sanitation. Once the water runs low there will be thirst, and then sickness, and then we’ll have to surrender.’ Macro forced himself to smile and lighten his tone. ‘But that’s not going to happen, miss. Cato will have arrived on the scene long before then.’

‘Yes, I hope so.’ She took his hand and gently squeezed it. ‘Look after my father for me.’

‘Look after him?’ Macro’s eyebrows rose. The idea that Senator Sempronius needed any looking after was surprising. But he could sense her anxiety well enough and nodded. ‘I’ll keep an eye on him.’

They reached the northern gate, a small single-arched structure with a door that would only admit a small cart, or riders in single file. Macro halted the escort and climbed up the stairs to the platform above the gate.The duty optio saluted as he saw his superior emerge from the staircase. He had been alerted earlier that a party would be leaving the gate during the night.

‘All quiet?’ asked Macro. ‘Yes, sir. No sign of any movement.’ ‘Good.’ ‘Sounded like quite a fight over towards the east gate.’ ‘Nothing to worry about,’ Macro said calmly. ‘Just some half-arsed attempt to rush the wall. Soon sent ‘em packing.’ The optio was relieved and Macro clapped him on the back. ‘You just keep your attention on the ground in front of you and let the others do their jobs.’

‘Yes, sir.’

Macro glanced over the parapet. Below the gatehouse a narrow track rose up towards the hills behind the city. The dark ground was dotted with occasional black shapes of trees and bushes, but all seemed still. He turned back to the optio. ‘Right then, I want you to remember that I’ll be coming back this way. Hopefully while it’s still dark. Make sure your sentries know. I don’t fancy being skewered by some dozy sod taking me for a rebel.’

‘No, sir. I’ll see to it.’

‘Do.’ Macro nodded and returned down the stairs to Julia and the escort. He took the reins of his horse and cleared his throat to address the two men on the door. ‘Open it up.’

They drew back the locking bar and hauled on the brass ring, and with a light grating sound the door swung inwards. Macro led his horse through the arch into the night. Julia and the others followed him out of the city. As soon as the last of them had passed through, the soldiers shut the door and rammed the locking bar home. Macro looked back at the escorts and spoke the order. ‘Mount.’

As the soldiers hauled themselves up into the saddles, Macro went to help Julia. He cupped his hands together. ‘Step up on that, miss.’

Once she was in the saddle and had tucked the end of her long tunic beneath each leg, she took the reins.

‘Had much riding experience?’ asked Macro. She nodded. ‘I used to ride when I was younger. I’m sure it will all come back to me once we get going.’

Macro nodded and then turned to mount his own horse. When he was settled in the saddle, he took a firm grip of the reins and raised his arm to attract the attention of his men. ‘Forward.’

The small column trotted off along the narrow road. A hundred paces from the gate, the route began to climb towards the hills and became a well-worn track where countless mule trains had passed by before.When they reached the crest of the first hill, Macro turned in his saddle and looked back. The city was outlined by the ring of torches and braziers flickering along the wall. More torches and lamps twinkled amid the houses and ruins and up on the acropolis. On either side of the city sprawled the camp fires of the rebel army, and as Macro cast his experienced eye over the size of the enemy camps and quickly estimated their strength, he wondered if Cato’s relief column would be strong enough to fight its way through to Gortyna, let alone launch a campaign to crush the rebels. When the real contest came, it would pitch the training and equipment of Roman legionaries and auxiliaries against overwhelming numbers and fanatical desperation. Macro could not guess at the outcome of such a conflict; it was quite unlike any other he had experienced.

They continued into the hills, and Macro’s senses were finely strained as he kept glancing ahead and from side to side, all the time listening for any sound that might alert his suspicion. They had travelled perhaps five miles when he detected the first hint of dawn to the east; a faint luminosity in the night sky that outlined the mountains more clearly.The track had merged with a dried-out river bed. Steep rocky slopes rose on either side. Macro raised his hand. ‘Halt.’

The others reined in as Macro turned his horse round and nodded to Julia. ‘We’ve come a fair distance from the city. I doubt there will be any rebel patrols this far into the hills. There’s nothing for them to scavenge up here. Good luck, miss.’

‘Thank you, Macro,’ she replied quietly and glanced towards the horizon. ‘You should have turned back before now. It’ll be light long before you return to Gortyna.’

‘I’ll be all right. It’ll take them a while to get over the kicking we gave them earlier.’

‘I hope so.’

There was a brief silence as they looked at each other, then Julia leaned across to kiss him on the cheek. ‘Take care, Macro. Give my love to Cato when he reaches Gortyna.’

‘I will.’ Macro was still flushing from the embarrassment of being kissed in front of the escorts. ‘He’ll be glad that you’re somewhere safe. As soon as it’s all over, he’ll come and find you.’

She nodded, and then Macro nudged his heels in and moved on towards the optio leading the escort. ‘You clear about your orders?’

‘Yes, sir.’ The optio went on to intone his instructions. ‘We make for Cnossos, and if the rebels come north we take a ship to Athens, where the senator’s daughter is to be placed in the care of the governor.’

‘Very good. N o w you’d better get moving.’

They exchanged a salute, and Macro spurred his horse into a trot as he rode down the column. The optio gave the order to advance and Macro heard the horses’ hooves clop forward again, but he did not look back.Julia was safe, and he was needed back in Gortyna. In truth he should have remained there, but the senator had insisted on his seeing his daughter on her way. Even though he resented the order, Macro realised that it would help put Sempronius at his ease, and the senator could ill afford any distractions now that Ajax and his rebel horde were camped before the walls of the province’s capital.

He continued back down the river bed and up on to the track as it turned sharply round a large rock, passed through a small forest and began to descend.The air was cold and he breathed in the sharp scent ofthe pine trees as he calmly contemplated the danger he was riding back into. As soon as Ajax had got over the failure of his initial assault, he would be quick to realise that his best chance lay in stretching the defenders’ resources. A co-ordinated series of attacks on the most damaged sections of the wall was bound to be rewarded, with a breakthrough somewhere. One breach was all that the rebels would need; then they would flood into the city and massacre anyone who failed to reach the acropolis in time.

Macro was so intent on his thoughts of the coming siege that he heard the enemy scouts before he saw them. There was a sudden shout and he reined in abruptly and stared about in a moment of panic.The path was traversing the side ofa hill and the trees fell away sharply to his left. A short distance ahead, the track bent round and zigzagged down the hillside. Two hundred paces below, Macro saw a large party of horsemen, perhaps as many as fifty of them, riding along the track, dressed in dull brown and grey tunics and cloaks. One of them had seen him and was pointing directly up as he called out to the others. They stopped and looked up, and located Macro’s red cape in an instant. The leader shouted a command, and at once his men spurred into a gallop and raced up the track.

‘Oh, shit,’ Macro muttered. It was as he had feared, and for an instant a spark of anger flared in his breast. ‘Damn Sempronius . . .’

For an instant he thought of leading them away from Julia and her escort. But there was nowhere to go.The slope on either side was too steep to ride on. He could only continue forwards, or turn back in the direction he had just come from. It took only a brief moment’s thought for Macro to realise there was only one course ofaction. He had to ride back and warn the others, who would then have to spur their horses on and try to outrun their pursuers. Pulling savagely on his reins, he wheeled his horse round, and dug his heels in and galloped back up the track. Behind him he could hear the pounding of hooves and the cries of his pursuers.

He leaned forward, whipping the loose ends of the reins round the horse’s neck while he shouted harsh encouragement and gripped hard with his thighs. Reaching the top of the slope, he rounded the rock again, dropped into the river bed and galloped along, spraying pebbles and loose stones into the air. He could see the way ahead of him for another few hundred paces before the route curved round a slope, and there was no sign of the escorts. He estimated that he had less than a quarter ofa mile’s start on the men behind him, and as he approached the bend their cries and the pounding of hooves echoed off the rocky slopes on either side. As the horse scrabbled round the bend, he saw Julia and the others a short distance ahead. The rearmost auxiliary turned in the saddle and looked back. As soon as he saw Macro, he called out and the escorts halted. Julia had turned her horse and was surprised and anxious to see Macro hurtling towards them.

‘Macro! What’s the matter?’

‘We’ve got company!’ he shouted as he rode up, reining in harshly. ‘We must go, now! Follow me!’ He spurred his horse on again, riding at the head of the line, following the river bed as it began to twist and turn more frequently as it led up into the mountains. He kept glancing back to make sure that Julia was keeping up, and saw her leaning forward as she rode along with the rest of the men, her expression one of determined concentration. The sound of hooves and the occasional shouts of the pursuers filled the still air. Above, the craggy skyline was illuminated by the first rays of the rising sun, but down in the river bed it was still gloomy and chilly.

As they turned yet another corner, the route split into two paths, both seeming to continue up in the direction of the ridge ahead. Macro halted the column, desperately sizing up the choice.The path to the right was narrow and sloped gently. The other route was wider and the incline more pronounced. Macro hoped that it might reach the crest more quickly and raised his arm.

‘That way!’

They charged into the left fork and urged the horses up the slope, the leading mounts spraying dust and pebbles into the faces of those behind. Macro stayed at the head of the column, keeping just in front of Julia. On either side the slopes became steeper until they were in a ravine. Then, as they galloped round another bend, the path ended in a sheer cliff,forcing them to come to an abrupt stop.The snorting of the horses and the scraping of their hooves filled the air. Macro stared at the cliff, heart pounding.

‘Fuck!’ His spare hand balled into a fist and he struck his thigh. ‘Fuck!’

‘Macro.’ Julia looked at him, afraid. ‘What do we do?’

Macro turned round to face the escorts. ‘Swords out! We’re going to have to cut our way through!’

Some of the men briefly stared at him in surprise until the optio called out,’You heard the prefect! Swords out! About face!’

Macro pointed to the nearest of the auxiliaries. ‘Stay with the lady. If you see a chance to get her away during the fight, do it. Head for Cnossos.’

‘Yes, sir.’

Macro edged his horse through to the front and raised his sword. ‘Let’s go!’

They spurred their mounts, thundering back down the ravine. Ahead of them the sounds of the pursuers were clearly audible, harsh and distorted as they echoed off the rock face. The two sides were suddenly upon each other as they met on a bend. Horse thudded into horse and the riders desperately held on before they hacked at their opponents. Macro and his men were equipped with the standard short swords, while the enemy carried a mixture of weapons: short swords as well as longer blades, the lethal crooked falcatas and some spears that were little use in the tight press of horseflesh and men in the confined space. The air was filled with the scrape of blades, wild snorts and whinnies, grunts as men struck blows, and cries of pain as they landed. The dust on the floor of the ravine swirled in clouds about the men locked in conflict.

Macro hacked a sword thrust to one side and opened up the face of the man as he withdrew his weapon for the next blow. From the corner of his eye he saw the first of the escort go down, run through with a battered-looking cavalry sword. The auxiliary doubled over, then rolled off to one side as his enemy yanked the blade free. A brief glance was all Macro could spare him as he turned to parry another blow and stab at the face ofhis next foe.The man threw himselfback to avoid the thrust and tumbled off the back of his horse. Macro could see that the escort was hopelessly outnumbered and being steadily forced back. Another of his men was cut down with a savage blow to the head that shattered his skull in an explosion ofblood and brains. A sudden surge of horses pressing forward into the melee found Macro squeezed back between his men so that he was close to Julia again.

She met his eyes with a questioning look. He pursed his lips and shook his head. There was no chance for them now. Macro turned his horse round. There was one last course of action to be contemplated. He needed a moment to prepare himself for the deed.

‘Come with me.’ ‘Where?’ Macro did not answer. He nodded to the man he had assigned to protect her. ‘Get stuck in, lad. Make every blow count.’ Then he led the way back up the ravine at a gallop, until they came to the end. There he dismounted and offered Julia his hand. When she was down beside him, she glanced round at the high rock surrounding them.