The Emperor Series Books 1-4. Conn Iggulden

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      Marcus nodded cautiously and Carac motioned to Leonides.

      ‘Your centurion speaks well of you and the way you have curbed the thefts of that boy … Peppis. There was some talk at first of whether you could merge your individuality into a legion, but you have been honest and obviously loyal to the Fourth Macedonia. In short, lad, I would like you to sign on again, with promotion to command a Fifty. More pay and status, with time to train for sword tourneys if necessary. What do you say?’

      ‘May I speak freely, sir?’ Marcus asked, his heart thudding in his chest.

      Carac frowned. ‘Of course,’ he replied.

      ‘It is a generous offer. The two years with Macedonia have been happy ones for me. I have friends here. However … Sir, I grew up on the estate of a Roman who was not my father. His son and I were like brothers and I swore I would support him, be his sword when we were men.’ He could feel Renius' gaze on him as he continued. ‘He is with the Third Partica at present, a naval legion, with a little more than a year left to serve. When he returns to Rome, I would like to join him there, sir.’

      ‘Renius has explained some of the history between this … Gaius Julius and yourself. I understand loyalty of this nature very well. It is what makes us more than beasts in the field, perhaps.’ Carac smiled in a cheerful way and Marcus looked at the other two quickly, surprised not to see the censure he had feared.

      Leonides spoke up, his voice calm and low. ‘Did you think we would not understand? Son, you are very young. You will serve in many legions before they parcel you off with a farm. Most important of all, though, is that you serve Rome, constantly and without complaint. We three have devoted our lives to that aim – to see her safe and strong, envied by the world.’

      Marcus looked round at the three of them and caught Renius smiling as he covered his mouth with the wine cup. Together they were the personification of what he had hoped to be as a young boy, linked by beliefs and loyalty and blood into something unbreakable.

      Carac reached over for a document on thick parchment.

      ‘Renius was convinced this would be the only way to keep you in the legion long enough to take part in the Graeca sword competition this winter. It indentures you for a year and a day.’ He passed it over and Marcus felt his throat tighten with emotion.

      He had expected to have to hand back his officer's equipment and collect his pay before beginning a lonely journey back to Italy. To have this offered to him when the future had seemed so bleak was like a gift from the gods. He wondered how much Renius had had to do with it and decided suddenly that he didn't care. He wanted to stay on with the Macedonia and in truth had felt torn between the loyalty to his childhood friend and the satisfaction he had found with his own family, the legion.

      Now he had a year longer to grow and prosper. His eyes widened slightly as he read the complex Latin of the document. Carac noticed it.

      ‘You see we have included the promotion. You will command a Fifty under Leonides, directly responsible to his optio, Daritus. I suggest you begin the post with an open mind. Fifty men is not eight – the problems will be new to you and the training for war involves complex skills. It will be a hard and challenging year, but I think you might enjoy it.’

      ‘I will, sir. Thank you. It is an honour.’

      ‘An honour earned, young man. I heard about what happened in the blueskin camp. The information you brought back has helped us to reformulate our policy towards them. Who knows, we may even trade with them after a few years.’ Carac was clearly enjoying being the bringer of good news to the young man and Renius looked on approvingly.

      ‘This will be my year,’ Marcus vowed to himself as he read the document to the end, noting how many ounces of oil and salt he was allowed to draw from the stores, what his allowance for repairs and damages was and so on. The new post had a hundred things he had to learn and quickly. The pay was a vast improvement as well. He knew Julius' family would support him if asked, but the thought that he might be dependent on charity when he returned to Rome had rankled. Now he would be able to save a little and have a few gold coins for the return.

      A thought struck him.

      ‘Will you be staying on with the Macedonia?’ he asked Renius.

      The warrior shrugged and sipped his wine.

      ‘Probably, I like the company here. Mind you, I am way past retirement age as it is. Carac has to fiddle the pay figures every time he sends them in. I'd like to see what Sulla has done to the place. Oh, I heard he had Rome in the bulletins. I wouldn't mind checking he's looking after the old girl properly and, unlike you, I'm not under contract, as sword master.’

      Carac sighed. ‘I would like to see Rome again. It's been fourteen years since I was last posted there, but I knew that's how it would be when I joined.’ He poured cups of wine for all of them, refilling Renius' as it was held out.

      ‘A toast to Rome, gentlemen, and to the next year.’

      They stood and knocked the cups together with easy smiles, each one of them a long way from home.

      Marcus put his cup down, took up the quill from the inkpot and signed his full name on the formal document.

      ‘Marcus Brutus,’ he wrote.

      Carac reached over the desk and took his right arm in a solid grip.

      ‘A good decision, Brutus.’

       HISTORICAL NOTE

      There is very little historical information on the earliest years of Julius Caesar's life. As far as possible, I have given him the sort of childhood that a young boy from a minor Roman family could have had. Some of his skills can be inferred from later accomplishments, of course. For example, swimming saved his life in Egypt, when he was fifty-two years old. The biographer Suetonius said that he had great skill with swords and horses as well as surprising powers of endurance, preferring to march rather than ride and going bareheaded in all weathers. I am sorry to say that Renius is fictional, though it was customary to employ experts in various fields. We know of one tutor from Alexandria who taught Caesar rhetoric and we can read Cicero's reluctant praise of Caesar's ability to speak skilfully and movingly when needed. His father died when Julius was only fifteen and it is true that Julius married Cinna's daughter Cornelia shortly afterwards, apparently for love.

      Although Marius was an uncle on his father's side rather than Aurelia's as I have it, the general was very much the sort of character presented here. In flagrant opposition to law and custom, he was Consul seven times in all. Where previously it was possible to join a legion only if a man owned land and had an income from it, Marius abolished that qualification and enjoyed fanatical loyalty from his soldiers. It was Marius who made the eagle the symbol of all Roman legions.

      The civil war between Sulla and Marius forms a major part of this book, but I found it necessary to simplify the action for dramatic purposes. Cornelius Sulla did worship Aphrodite and parts of his lifestyle scandalised even the tolerant Roman society. However, he was an extremely able general who had once served under Marius in an African campaign for СКАЧАТЬ