Phriapatius held up his hands. ‘It is no trick I promise. Rather it is a gift for you, King Pacorus.’
Intrigued, I watched as the three horsemen approached in a line and saw that the two on the outside were soldiers escorting the one in the middle, whose reins were being held by the horsemen on his left. The middle rider had what appeared to be a sack over his head and his hands were pinioned behind his back. As they drew alongside Phriapatius I also saw that the feet of the covered rider were tied together under the belly of his horse. He was obviously a prisoner of some sort. Most odd.
The soldier who had been holding the prisoner’s reins continued to keep a tight grip on them as Phriapatius manoeuvred his horse to bring him to the left-hand side of the prisoner.
‘We encountered him two days ago. He rode boldly into my camp with a score of horsemen and demanded my allegiance.’ He reached over and pulled the sack off the prisoner’s head. ‘Imagine that. Insolent wretch.’
They had gagged Mithridates so he could not speak but he looked with wide, terror-filled eyes at his mortal enemies before him.
‘He took my two youngest sons as hostages when he was high king,’ continued Phriapatius, ‘to ensure my loyalty. When King Orodes became high king the first thing he did was to send my sons back to me unharmed. That in itself was enough for me to pledge my loyalty to the new king of kings. I therefore hand over his miserable stepbrother to you, King Pacorus, to do with as you see fit.’
I could not contain my joy as I slapped Nergal on the arm and then pulled Gallia towards me to kiss her on the cheek. Phanes and Peroz grinned and Gallia politely shoved me away, smiling as she did so. I could not believe my luck. After all these years and after the spilling of so much blood I had him. I had killed his partner in treachery and now I saw Mithridates bound and helpless on a horse a few paces from me. It truly was a great day and I thanked the gods for their generosity.
I dismounted and picked up the sack that Phriapatius had yanked off Mithridates. I regained my saddle and replaced it over the tyrant’s head.
‘Much better,’ I announced. ‘There are no words that can convey my gratitude, lord king. I can only offer an invitation for you and your men to ride with me to Seleucia where justice will be administered.’
Phriapatius grinned and bowed his head as Mithridates thrashed around as much as his fetters allowed him to do so, and from under the sack we heard muffled sounds as he tried to shout something.
‘We would be honoured,’ replied Phriapatius.
I left Domitus to bring the legions back to the city as I rode at speed in the company of Carmania’s, Dura’s and Nergal’s horsemen back to Seleucia. Once we had arrived Mithridates was confined in one of the palace’s towers with Udall, the rapidly fading Nicetas and the Sarmatian commander. Guards were posted in and around the tower, on the walls and throughout the palace compound as a precaution against any rescue attempts, though as Domitus pointed out when he and his men reached the city six hours after we had arrived, who would want to rescue Mithridates?
After washing and changing into fresh clothes and when night had fallen I went with Domitus to see him and the others. They had all been given food, water and fresh apparel, though I had ordered that Nicetas be removed to a separate, more comfortable room as he was falling in and out of consciousness and Alcaeus informed me that he would probably not last another day.
‘He has lost too much blood. The arrow that Gallia put in him shattered his shoulder joint and I could not stop the bleeding.’
‘She knows how to shoot a bow,’ I replied. ‘Try to keep him alive until the morning.’
‘So you can execute him,’ said Alcaeus.
‘Yes,’ I replied coldly.
‘Hardly seems worthwhile,’ he mused.
‘Justice has to be seen to be done,’ I told him.
‘He’s the son of Narses,’ said Domitus, ‘if he lives he will try to kill Pacorus to avenge his father. I would rather have him dead than Pacorus.’
Alcaeus laid a hand on my arm. ‘So would I.’
We were on the ground floor of the tower that held the prisoners and from the first floor we could hear the almost hysterical voice of Mithridates.
‘I demand to see King Pacorus! How dare you hold me here like a common criminal. I am the king of kings!’
The six legionaries who guarded the entrance to the tower looked at each other and rolled their eyes. I had placed Thumelicus in charge of the prisoners and he now descended the stone steps next to the wall that led to the floor above.
‘Do you want me to put his gag back on?’ he asked.
‘No,’ I replied. ‘I will see him, if only to shut him up.’
Domitus looked concerned. ‘He might try to attack you. You know what a slippery bastard he is.’
‘I’ll take that risk,’ I said. ‘Let’s get it over with.’
Domitus drew his sword. ‘I’m coming with you.’
Thumelicus preceded us as we ascended the steps to arrive at the storeroom in which the captives were held. Two guards stood either side of the thick wooden door and two more sat at a table opposite, standing to attention when they saw us. Thumelicus ordered the door to be opened and then went inside, reappearing moments later with a firm hold on Mithridates’ arm.
‘Unhand me you brute,’ he snapped as he struggled in vain to free himself of Thumelicus’ iron grip. He froze when he saw me and for a second I thought I saw fear in his eyes, to be quickly replaced by contempt.
‘I wish to see my brother,’ he demanded.
I nodded at Thumelicus to let go of his arm. ‘Your stepbrother is at Hatra dealing with the Armenian threat, but then you would know of that.’
His dark brown, almost black eyes looked away. ‘I know nothing of the affairs of Armenia.’
Domitus guffawed, earning him a hateful stare from Mithridates.
‘And I suppose you know nothing of the recent Roman threat to the empire, notwithstanding that you have been their guest these past few months?’ I queried.
‘I do not deny it,’ he replied haughtily. ‘The Romans were kind enough to offer me and my mother sanctuary after my brother and his deluded allies forced us to flee for our lives.’
‘And provide you with an army to invade the Parthian Empire,’ I replied.
A smirk creased his lips. ‘As king of kings I have every right to use whatever means I deem fit to regain my throne from usurpers.’
‘Such as bringing Thracian and Sarmatian mercenaries into the empire to slaughter its inhabitants,’ I suggested.
‘No worse than enlisting Agraci vermin into your service,’ he shot back, then turned his reptile-like face towards Domitus. ‘But then, what can one expect of a king who surrounds himself with freed slaves, criminals and the like?’
‘You and the others are to be executed tomorrow morning,’ I announced, prompting Domitus to raise his eyebrows.
Mithridates laughed. ‘Even you would not dare to commit such an outrage. I have the right to be tried by a council of my peers.’
Anger began to stir within me. ‘You have no rights! You are a murderer who is responsible for the deaths of countless thousands of people. You killed your father, sent assassins to kill me and plunged the empire into a ruinous civil war that has left it weak and vulnerable to outside aggressors. You have furthermore entered into treasonous negotiations with external powers aimed at destroying the empire and reducing it to a vassal state of Rome. One of these crimes alone would warrant a death sentence.’
‘That is your opinion, King Pacorus,’ he sneered, ‘but it may not be the view of the other kings of the empire, kings who regard you as the reason the empire is in its present dire state.’
‘I am not a murderer,’ I snarled.
His eyes opened wide with surprise. ‘Are you not? How many kings have you killed? Let my see. There was Porus and Narses. And how many other kings have you got killed? Vardan, Farhad and your father. I hardly think you are qualified to lecture me about the spilling of blood. You should look at your own hands; there is enough of it on them. Have you considered that if it had not been for you and your army there would have been no civil war? All the other kings of the empire accepted my accession to the high throne, all except you. And because of your continued intransigence you provoked me into taking actions to safeguard the future of the empire.’