THE INVASION OF GAUL (28 page)

He reached out with the small wooden box and dropped it gently in Fronto’s lap.

Fronto stared at the box. It was heavy.

“
Well, open it.”

Fronto looked up, suspiciously.

“
You don’t know this lot, Sabinus. This could contain a scorpion or a turd for all I know.”

Sabinus grinned.

“
This hasn’t been anywhere near any of them. Open it.”

Fronto released the catch and swung the lid up. A pile of coins of different denominations glinted within. He looked up questioningly at Sabinus, who nodded at the box.

“
Winnings. In actual fact, a share of winnings. A number of soldiers throughout the legions made an awful lot of money out of our Aedui guests by betting on you. The soldiers in the Tenth all chipped in and sent a quarter of the winnings to you.”

Fronto boggled at the box.

“
There’s a hell of a lot in there. It’s about a year’s wages for a legionary.”

“
Yes. Spend it wisely.” Sabinus and Galba shared a glance. “I would suggest wine, women and song.”

“
Well,” Fronto gestured with his good arm, “you’ve brought the wine, I can provide the song. Who’s going to bring me women?”

* * * * *

Priscus jogged down the slope from the headquarters tent to the makeshift hospital. Fronto was sitting, as usual, outside the tent in the warm, late afternoon air, scratching irritably at the dressing on his arm. A large jug of wine and a cup sat on the grass next to him. Occasionally a medic would walk past and ‘tut’ meaningfully at him.

He looked up as a shadow fell across his knees.

“
Nice day, Gnaeus. I could get used to this.”

Priscus stopped and leaned on the tent frame for a minute, regaining his breath.

“
Don’t… don’t get too used to it. Things are happening.”

Fronto raised an eyebrow.

“
The Helvetii?”

Priscus nodded.

“
Caesar’s scouts told him that the ascent on the hill should be easy, so Caesar’s decided we’ll go deal with them.”

Fronto smiled and took a swig from the wine.

“
Sounds good. I’ll have to have a little word with the doc.”

Priscus shook his head.

“
No need. Caesar’s sent your orders.” He gestured with a scroll in his hand. “I’m to give these to the doctor. You’re to dress formally, but without armour, and report to the general staff as soon as you can.”

“
What’s the situation, Gnaeus? I can’t go lumbering in without a clue.”

Priscus waved the scroll at a doctor and beckoned him as he spoke.

“
Caesar’s sent Labienus in command of the Eighth and the Eleventh to take the high ground above the Helvetii. We’re following up a few hours behind them. This entire hospital unit’s going to be mobilised with the army. The whole camp’s being emptied.”

Fronto smiled.

“
It’s been nice being in camp for a few days again, but I suppose we had to move on sometime. At least we might get to deal with the Helvetii for good this time.”

As Priscus went through Caesar’s orders with the doctor, Fronto began gathering up the meagre possessions he had brought to the medical tent. As he left the tent with a single armful of gear, he motioned back inside.

“
Gnaeus, could you grab the rest of my stuff for me?”

Priscus nodded, entering the tent and returning with the rest of the legate’s gear in his arms.

“
Now let’s go and get you ready so that you can present yourself to Caesar.”

A quarter of an hour later the two officers left Fronto’s tent, Fronto wearing a standard red military tunic and breeches, a cloak thrown over the back to add a little official weight to the ensemble.

Caesar’s command tent was busy. Sabinus stood by the door, deep in conversation with Crassus. He waved a greeting to Fronto as he approached.

Fronto smiled a fixed smile. Sabinus was turning out to be a good man, against all expectations. He still wasn’t sure he liked Crassus though, and he was beginning to form a suspicion that the young man coveted the command of the Tenth. He had begun making noises about the lack of a full-time legate recently, and Priscus had complained about the close attention the young legate had paid the Tenth on their march from Vienna. He would be one to watch, but not to cross lightly, with his father being one of Caesar’s sponsors and one of the more powerful men in Rome. He forced himself to continue smiling.

“
Afternoon lads. How’s tricks?”

Crassus made a gesture to indicate that he was bored. Sabinus just sighed.

“
Busy as always. We’re all being run ragged to prepare for the off. How’s the arm?”

Fronto shrugged, and winced at the pain the ill-thought out manoeuvre produced.

“
I’ll live.”

“
Good,” replied Caesar as he stepped through the tent doorway.

“
Fronto. I want you with us on the staff in an advisory role for now. I can’t have you charging off and trying to conquer Gaul single handed. You’re convalescing, and I had to argue very hard with the surgeons to get you permission to ride a horse. On no account are you to leave the colour party.”

Fronto nodded to the General.

“
Yes sir. Have the cavalry been mobilised yet?”

Caesar raised a hand to shelter his eyes as he gazed into the distance.

“
You can still see Longinus and his men on the ridge over there if you strain your eyes. They’ll be moving a little ahead of us as we march.”

Fronto thought for a moment.

“
We are presuming here that Labienus has been successful. If not, the cavalry will be unable to deal with anything they might find. Have you given thought to scouts?”

Caesar sighed.

“
I want you here in an advisory role, but you don’t need to mother me quite this much, Marcus. Yes, I’ve sent out Publius Considius with the scouting party.”

Fronto frowned.

The general drew himself up to his full height and placed his hands crossly on his hips.

“
What now?”

“
I know that Considius is a member of the staff, Caesar, but I rather thought that was more as a reward for past deeds than for his active military usefulness.”

Caesar bridled.

“
Be careful what you say, Fronto. He has considerable seniority over you.”

Fronto shook his head.

“
I’m intending no insult Caesar, but I’m a plain speaking man, and if I can foresee a problem, I have to question it. Considius served well under Sulla and Crassus, but that was twenty years ago. He’s seen no active duty since then, and he’s had precious little involvement so far with any of this Gaulish campaign. He’s going to be very rusty and out of touch with tactics. I would very much have advised against that choice sir.”

Caesar put his hands to his forehead in deep thought.

“
You can be a trifle inelegant at times, Marcus, but you do talk some sense. However, what’s done is done, and we’ll have to hope he doesn’t get himself into any trouble. At least he should have Labienus ahead to look after him, and Longinus supporting him from the rear.”

Fronto nodded unhappily.

“
Is there anything else, sir, or should I find my horse and get ready to ride.”

“
You do that Fronto. Be here in twenty minutes. And warn your officers: we march through the night”

* * * * *

Fronto reached out with his good arm, steering the horse with his thighs, and tapped Sabinus on the arm.

“
Yes?”

“
I presume that’s where we’re headed?”

He pointed into the distance where about a mile and a half away a large peak stood high above the surrounding hills, glowing in the dawn light.

Sabinus nodded and grunted an affirmative.

“
Labienus is up there somewhere. Let’s hope he’s managed to avoid any major confrontation with the Helvetii. Otherwise we could be in a world of trouble. What’s that?”

A column of dust rose up from the hillside a little ahead.

“
Horsemen,” replied Fronto, shading his eyes from the glare on the white peak ahead. “Looks like irregular cavalry.”

Caesar pulled the vanguard to a halt. The legions ceased their steady tramping as they came to a stop in perfect unison. The staff officers pulled forward into a horseshoe, waiting for the half-dozen riders.

A number of cavalry officers reined their horses in, raising a cloud of dust, with Publius Considius between them. Beyond them, in the distance, Fronto could see the rest of the cavalry heading for the column, Longinus among them.

Considius bowed to Caesar as deeply as his saddle would allow. Caesar brushed the formalities aside with a wave of his hand. Out of breath and sweating, Considius made his report.

“
Caesar, I’ve recalled the cavalry and made my way back here. I beg to report that the high ground is in the hands of the Gauls. I can see no sign of Labienus and his legions.”

Fronto’s eyes opened wide.

“
How in the name of all the gods did he fail to take the peak?”

Caesar nodded.

“
How indeed.”

Considius, breathing deeply, gestured in the direction of the mountain.

“
I don’t know sir. All I know is that there are Gaulish standards flying above the peak, and no sign of a Roman force.”

Caesar pondered a moment.

“
Longinus. Get your cavalry back here. Have them patrol at a distance of half a mile from the column. Considius, unless you’ve anything else to report, go and change your horse; you’ve ridden that one into the ground and it needs to rest. Gentlemen?”

The staff who had to a man been watching the distant hill, turned to look expectantly at Caesar as Considius and the scouts rode away, meeting up with Longinus on the slope.

“
I need ideas and plans now. I hate to think that Labienus might have lost me ten thousand men, but we need to plan accounting for only the four remaining legions. Suggestions?”

Fronto, still astounded by the turn of events, worked through their goals and their resources in his head, and then turned to Caesar to put forward his proposal.

“
The highest hill around here is the one to the right and ahead. That’ll put us around a mile from the objective peak. It’s a nice defensive position, in case Labienus really
has
lost us a third of the army. While we maintain that ground, we can send out scouts to find out what has really happened. We can’t move on while we’re blind, sir.”

Caesar nodded.

“
Very well. Pass the orders down to the column. I want a score of the best individual scouts we have sent to me. I have no intention of sending out a full scouting unit. They’re far too obvious. Each man will ride independently, giving them better range and making them less visible. I don’t want anyone blundering into anything.”

Gradually, the column moved into position on the side of the hill, creating a defensive line. The scouts requested by Caesar were sent out with specific orders to find Labienus and his two legions, or at least a trace of their remains to tell what had happened; also to locate and examine the Helvetii with a view to removing them from their position of control, and to look at all surrounding countryside for any escape routes that the army could take if things went badly.

While the scouts were out, Caesar gave orders that the four remaining legions should fortify the position on the hill with ditch and mound, the auxiliaries maintaining a defensive cordon while they worked.

Fronto found himself a quiet patch of turf high above the fortification work and relaxed, lying back. He hadn’t realised just how weary and weak he was; the day’s ride had taken a great deal out of him. He’d been travelling for more than twelve hours, and yet it was still only lunchtime. Reaching out to his pack, he retrieved some salted pork, bread, apples and a small flask of watered wine.

Some of the tension slipped away from his limbs, but an oppressive weight remained in his chest. Balbus was part of Labienus’ missing contingent. In this whole army there were maybe half a dozen people Fronto could really talk to, and only two with whom he felt he could really share anything: Priscus and Balbus. It was odd how much his friendship with the ageing legate of the Eighth had blossomed over the short time they had known each other. He had never had the time or inclination to make that kind of friend when he had been in Spain. Then again, he’d been a lot younger then and intent climbing the ladder of the Cursus Honorum. He hadn’t had time for friends. He’d treated the Ninth Legion well and led them to victory a number of times, but had never had the kind of relationship with its officers that he did with the centurions of the Tenth. It would be a shame if Balbus had vanished ignominiously in the middle of Gaul.

The crack of a twig sounded behind him and he started. Longinus took another step and then slumped to the turf beside him. Wordlessly Fronto proffered the wine flask and, gratefully, Longinus took it.

“
It’s a bright, hot day. Makes you glad you outrank the poor buggers who have to do all that digging.”