THE INVASION OF GAUL (18 page)

Fronto sighed.

“
I hate being in a position where I have to smile blandly and celebrate the things I disapprove of. This is what happens when you get mixed up with politicians, Quintus.”

Balbus said nothing; wordlessly passed the jug over to Fronto, who took a swig.

“
Nice. From Caesar’s personal baggage I suppose.”

The older legate nodded.

“
Most of the troops are across the river now, Marcus. There’s maybe a thousand still here until the general’s ready to move, but that won’t be until the morning, and I can’t believe there would be any trouble tonight. Your man Velius was wandering around down by the bridge, getting involved in everything. I think he’s still a bit confused, and he was ordering the men of the Eleventh around, trying to get them in lines. In the end, I had to get him away myself and order him to stand down and report to the doctor. Head injuries can take months to heal, if they ever do, and that one he took was a fair mess.”

Fronto grinned.

“
You underestimate Velius. Sounds like he’s quite rational and normal to me. He’s got a vested interest in the Eleventh. He helped turn them into a legion. I think he feels responsible for them in a way he doesn’t for the Tenth. There’s nothing confused about him. A little manic maybe, but not confused.”

Balbus’ brow creased.

“
But he told me to piss off because he was busy. No centurion in his right mind would say that to a senior officer.”

Fronto laughed for the first time in half a day.

“
You’d be surprised what he’d do. Problem is: he’s very good at the job, and he knows it. He’s got a great respect for authority and senior officers when he agrees with them, but if he thinks they’re wrong, he’s not shy in telling them. I tend to put up with it, because I’d hate to imagine the Tenth without him, but I do occasionally have to put him in his place. No. Velius is fine, believe you me.”

Balbus watched Fronto take another swig from the jar.

“
Your head’s going to hurt worse than his when we move out tomorrow; you know that, don’t you?”

Fronto grinned again.

“
I think tonight’s your night for underestimating. I have a capacity for good wine unparalleled among my peers. See, I can still form sentences and use long words and everything.”

Balbus laughed out loud.

“
Alright. On your head be it. Literally. Now come on... time we went up to Caesar’s tent so that you can receive your praise like a good boy. Show them all how noble a good general can be, and try not to fall over.”

He held out an arm. Fronto grasped it and pulled himself to his feet.

“
I suppose I’d better put in an appearance, hadn’t I.”

Balbus nodded.

“
It’s been a long day, but it’s nearly over.”

Chapter
6

(Hilltop in Aedui land beyond the Saone)

“
Via Decumana
:
The main street running east-west in a Roman town or fort.”

The Helvetii spread out like a mass on the plain below the hill. The sun glinted off helmets, armour and spear-tips, and the gentle breeze rippled the patterned Gaulish breeches and tunics. Once they would have seemed like a fearsome sight to the Roman officers but now, after six battles, the legions were stronger than ever, while the Helvetii travelled with perhaps two thirds of their tribe intact. A surprise was the appearance of the Helvetian cavalry unit. There had been horsemen within the tribe during the previous encounters, but spread out and disorganised. Now, they appeared to have taken a leaf out of the Romans’ book and formed a central unit of cavalry perhaps five hundred strong.

Fronto glanced over his shoulder at the six legions drawn up in perfect order on the plain behind him; rows and rows of well-trained men ready for anything. Behind them were the baggage wagons and the siege weaponry. To either side were the cavalry, still commanded by Longinus and growing in number daily. Horses had been made available to more of the legionaries, and Longinus now led fifteen hundred regular cavalry drawn from all six legions, and nearly three thousand auxiliary and mercenary levies drawn from the tribes allied to Rome who were now indebted to Caesar for their protection.

And here on the hill in full view of both armies and sandwiched between them sat the leaders, four Romans and three Helvetii, all on horseback. The army had caught up with the barbarian tribe three days after crossing the bridge. The Helvetii had been totally unprepared and were astounded at the speed with which the Romans had chased them down. Two more days had followed with the Helvetii attempting to stay just ahead of the Roman vanguard. Finally, this morning, the barbarians had stopped in their tracks, allowed the pack animals to graze, and turned to face the pursuing army. The three tribal chieftains had ridden to the crest of the hill to wait for the Romans.

As soon as Longinus had reported to Caesar the location and disposition of the Helvetii, the general had given orders for the legions to fall into parade formation. The staff officers had joined the general at the front, and the army had moved into position opposite the Helvetii in perfect order and formation. Fronto could only guess what was about to happen. He presumed it would be face-off and blusters between the two leaders; attempts to threaten and surpass each other.

The Gaul was the first to speak, in good Latin, with barely an accent.

“
I am Divico of the Helvetii. I am leader in peace and in war.”

Caesar’s face took on a grim demeanour.

“
I am familiar with your name, barbarian. However, since it’s been fifty years since your people killed Cassius and his army, I will presume it was your father who led at that time. I may be tempted to violence, were it not that Cassius is already avenged. As it is, I will treat with you as though you were a civilised leader.”

Divico nodded and bowed.

“
Great Caesar, we have journeyed far from our ancestral land in search of a place where we can settle and rebuild our lives, and where we need not live in constant apprehension of German tribes attacking our villages. We are free from that threat now, and I will defer to Rome on this matter. Tell us where you are content for the Helvetii to settle and we shall do so. The Helvetii will do this in peace and will maintain such peace with the Roman people.”

Fronto blinked. ‘They must be worried’, he thought. ‘They’re trying to come to terms with Caesar.’

Divico continued.

“
Your army has a made a habit of pursuing and harassing my people. I am willing to put this aside in the name of peace but, should you continue to make war on our people, you would do well to remember a few things.”

Caesar raised an eyebrow, though he didn’t interrupt.

“
Remember, Roman, that the Helvetii have fought and defeated an army of this size before, under this same Cassius that you speak of. Remember that we are a valiant and hardy people. You may have destroyed a part of our tribe by the river, but you achieved that only through devious means and the outcome may have been entirely different had we met on a plain of battle like men. I ask you again to let us settle in peace, and not to turn this plain into the violent and embarrassing defeat of Rome that our last meeting could have been.”

Fronto looked around at the general, half expecting to see him foaming at the mouth over this insolent barbarian’s words. He himself seethed over the speech, knowing that it was
his
battle and
his
strategy that this chieftain was inferring had been carried out in an underhanded and cowardly way. Fronto could have lashed out and knocked the man from his horse, had he not been forcing himself to remain motionless and expressionless.

Caesar took a breath and sat high in his saddle.

“
Have you finished with your empty threats, barbarian?”

Not pausing long enough to give the chieftain the chance to speak, he continued:

“
Your words do not fill me with fear, nor do they justify what you have done. Indeed, it angers me that you could carry out so many acts of brutality in the past against our people, and more recently against my army and the tribes that are allied to Rome, and when you are faced with your accusers you can do little more than beg and threaten. That is the sign of a small and insecure man, Divico.”

The chieftain’s mouth fell open in astonishment, and still Caesar gave him no chance to interrupt.

“
However, I am not in the habit of genocide in order to achieve a degree of justice.”

For a moment, Fronto glared at his general, images of murdered prisoners flashing into his head.

“
I am willing to acquiesce and to find an appropriate and acceptable parcel of land for your people on two conditions.”

This time the general was not fast enough to prevent the chieftain’s interruption.

“
Roman, I am unused to any man placing conditions upon me.”

Caesar rode over the top of the comment, ignoring the chief’s outburst.

“
Firstly, you will deliver one hundred of your women and higher born men to us as hostages for the duration of your journey until you settle.”

Divico’s face took on a ruddy cast as the rage rose within him. Caesar continued, quietly and calmly.

“
These will be our assurance that you will cause no further trouble. Secondly, you will make restitution out of the wealth and possessions of your people to the Aedui, the Allobroges, and any other tribes against whom you have committed acts of barbarism and destruction. Then we will help you find a place in the world to be comfortable and safe.”

The general sat back on his horse and folded his arms, adding emphasis to his final statement.

“
In the name of the Senate and the people of Rome, I make you this offer. There will be no other.”

Divico threw his arm out in an angry gesture at Caesar.

“
The Helvetii do not give hostages. We take them, as the Roman people are well aware!”

Turning his back on the Roman officers, he rode away down the hill, the other chieftains immediately behind him.

Fronto exchanged glances with Labienus. The other officer shrugged.

“
What now? You surely can’t let him just ride away after that. Do we mobilise the legions?”

Caesar shook his head.

“
I have no intention of launching any sort of battle here and now. The ground is not favourable, the enemy are far too prepared, and we are in the territory of our allies. I have no intention of turning our recently acquired Aedui auxiliaries against us by destroying their lands in battle. We will follow and harry them, making sure they cause no damage to the other tribes, until we can deal with them more surely.”

He turned to Fronto.

“
I want you to find Longinus and Balbus. Send Balbus to me. He and the Eighth will lead the vanguard of the army with the colour unit. Also, I want you to deliver these orders to Longinus: I want him and his cavalry forever on the tail of the barbarians to keep them moving and busy. We need to herd them along at this time until they’re out of our allies’ lands or at least in an acceptable place for battle.”

Fronto bowed as far as his saddle allowed and wheeled his horse to carry out the orders. As he rode back down the slope, he spied Balbus riding up toward the group of officers. As the two approached each other, Balbus reined in and leaned in the saddle to address Fronto.

“
What the hell’s he up to. It sounds like the Helvetii are leaving.”

Fronto shrugged.

“
That’s exactly what they’re doing. I’ve no idea what he’s playing at, but we’re apparently going to be following them. He tossed out some feeble explanations, but he must have some good reason not to grind them into the dirt now. He actually offered to help them settle, but I’d say it was an empty offer. He made demands they were never going to accept. Anyway, the general wants to see you and I’ve got errands to run. See you at camp tonight?”

Balbus nodded and continued his way up the slope.

Fronto rode off in the opposite direction, making for the Ninth Legion and the massive cavalry contingent out to one side. Scanning the front ranks of the steaming horsemen, he finally spotted their commander in deep conversation with an auxiliary horseman in Gaulish dress.

“
Longinus!”

He made his way across the front of the army, aware that a shouted name was unlikely to be heard over the cumulative noise of six legions and several thousand horse. Longinus smiled as he saw Fronto approaching.

“
Fronto, have you met Dumnorix, the head of our auxiliaries?”

Fronto nodded a brief greeting at the Gaul and then turned back to the legate.

“
Longinus, I need to have a word with you briefly.”

The tired looking officer glanced briefly at the Gaulish officer and rode forward to join Fronto away from the throng.

”
What’s up?”

Fronto tried to think how best to phrase this. Caesar had given him the most perfunctory of orders, and had assumed that
he
would fill in the necessary blanks. The general had been doing this a lot recently, trying, Fronto supposed, to train him into thinking like a senior staff officer and into taking command decisions at a strategic level.