“So, you're trying to instill in us the animus of the wolf?” he asked doubtfully, and I decided then that I would let him off the hook, so I beamed at him.
“Exactly right, Vellusius. I knew that if anyone was smart enough to understand, it would be you.”
I rose, signaling that we were done, and he left, probably more confused than when he walked in, as Diocles gave me a mock scowl. “Master, you are a very evil man.”
“That I am,” I agreed.
The truth was that it had nothing to do with instilling any spirit of any kind in the men, and everything to do with their overall condition. It all came back to my newly found appreciation of my previous years of good health. As I thought about it, it seemed that I had always recovered more quickly from deprivation and exertions that lasted for long periods of time than the other men. If it had just been me, I would never have formed the belief that it had something to do with my diet, but the years in Gaul had shown me that men with similar eating habits as myself seemed to have the same recuperative abilities. Many a campfire discussion centered on the inexhaustible energy of the Germans in particular, who were renowned for their diet composed almost exclusively of meat of varying types, and how much effort it took to kill them. I did not, nor do I now believe that this was a coincidence, so when the 10th was reborn, I decided that it was the perfect time to put my ideas to work. While I had been Primus Pilus for several years by this point, the 10th had been composed of veterans, and I held no illusions about being able to force them to adhere to my new orders without a full-scale mutiny. With a Legion composed of about three-quarters young first-time enlistees, I saw this as my opportunity. Even so, there was quite a bit of resistance. The other change I instituted was not quite as radical, but in my mind was just as important, which was imposing stricter adherence to the need for frequent bathing. While it had always been army policy to provide baths at all but overnight marching camps, the enforcement of making men use the facilities was haphazard at best. Now I was insisting that during vigorous training cycles like we were undergoing at this point, all men would bathe daily, with exceptions made only for those who had guard shifts or were on the sick list. Vivid in my memory was the plague that swept through our winter camp that had claimed Remus those many years before. I remembered that Remus in particular was resistant to frequent bathing, and in fact would only do so when he was threatened with a beating by the rest of the tent. Finally, I ordered the Centurions to focus more on weapons drills than exercises such as forced marches, believing that with young men like the ones that now made up the 10th, the weeks we would be marching to Rome would knock them into better shape than anything we could do around the camp. My major concern was that these youngsters would be ready to fight when the opportunity came, and it was towards that end that I had the Centurions focus their energy.
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It is as at this point that it probably makes sense to name at least the Pili Priores of the 10th Legion for this second enlistment, along with the Centurions of the First Century. Of course, as I have already described, Scribonius was the Secundus Pilus Prior. The Third was led by Servius Metellus, who had been my Hastatus Prior, and suffice it to say that my initial impression of him as being a possible problem had been unfounded, though he was still as ugly as ever. The Fourth’s Pilus Prior was Vibius Nigidius, who had been the Pilus Posterior and had in fact been running the Cohort in everything but name. These Cohorts were traditionally the first line of battle, although in reality it changed depending on circumstances, except for the First Cohort, which was always first. This meant that the Centurions leading them had to be the strongest leaders and best fighters of the bunch, and I was happy with them all. The Fifth Cohort was commanded by Marcus Trebellius, who had been the Pilus Prior of the Ninth, where I felt his talent as a fighter was going to waste. The Sixth’s Pilus Prior was Servius Gellius, and he was the most junior of the Pili Priores, which did not sit well with some of the other Centurions, but next to Scribonius, I considered him one of the smartest men in the Legion. More importantly, he kept a cool head in battle. The Seventh had Titus Marcius leading it, a man only marginally less ugly than Metellus, but who was almost as good with a sword as I was. These Cohorts were the second line, and were almost always called on when it was time to turn the battle in our favor, or on those rare occasions when the first line was hard pressed and needed support. The final three Cohorts were the last line, usually only used as reserves and in the hottest fighting. The last three Cohorts were also somewhat ironically the Cohorts most likely to be sent on independent duties, such as holding forts or towns or going on foraging parties. So, while the men were not necessarily expected to be the best fighters, their Centurions had the opportunity to come to the attention of the Primus Pilus and Legates commanding the army by showing initiative and sound decision-making. The Eighth was led by my former tutor and brother-in-law Cyclops, while the Ninth Cohort’s Pilus Prior was my old Pilus Posterior Marcus Glaxus. It had taken some persuasion on my part to get him to accept command of the Cohort, ultimately accepting my argument that it would give him a chance to shine that he did not otherwise have. Finally, the Tenth was led by Gnaeus Nasica and of all the Centurions, not just the Pili Priores, he was the biggest question in my mind, not because of any perceived weaknesses, but because I did not know him as well as I knew the other men. However, he had been highly recommended by a number of the other Centurions, including Scribonius, whose judgment I trusted implicitly.
In the First Cohort, I promoted Balbus to Princeps Prior; once I learned the source of Torquatus’ animosity towards him, all doubts about his abilities and loyalties were put to rest. Next to Scribonius and Cyclops, I trusted Balbus the most, knowing that I could count on him to tell me things that neither Scribonius nor Cyclops was willing to tell me, no matter how much I may not have liked what he was saying. The new Princeps Prior was Marcus Laetus, up from the Fifth Cohort. The Princeps Posterior had been Servius Arrianus, but he was one of the men who had decided he had enough, and in his place was his former Optio, Gnaeus Celadus. The Fifth Century also had a former Optio, Gnaeus Asellio, though he had been Optio in another Cohort, I forget which one. Finally, the last Century was no longer commanded by Gaius Varus, who like Arrianus had decided to be a farmer, the new man one Titus Vistilia. These were the Centurions of the new 10th Legion, who I believed at the time would be marching beside me into battle with the Parthians, and while only time and contact with the enemy would tell if Caesar and my judgment had been sound, I was well satisfied.
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Training continued apace, and I was pleased to see the men with barely enough energy to chew their food as they sat by their fires while I made my rounds. I had learned from Crastinus that the most important time in solidifying one’s leadership over a group of men is in the quiet times in the evenings, aside from battle, of course. As Primus Pilus, I took on the role of the stern but loving father figure, letting my Centurions do the dirty work of instilling discipline. In the first weeks, I had been just as hard on the men as the rest of my officers, but now the time had come for me to soften things up a bit and in the evening, I showed my concern for their welfare. Because of my condition, I could only make an appearance at a few fires a night, yet I always tried to leave the men with a joke or word of encouragement. I knew that the men feared me by virtue of my rank, size, and reputation, but men follow best when the respect they have for a superior has some basis in affection as well. That I had learned from Caesar, and I found that I enjoyed the evenings immensely as I became acquainted with the men I would be leading. I admit that I also did not mind the looks of awe and admiration that the youngsters gave me as I talked to them. With the veterans among them, like Vellusius, I made a great show of camaraderie, sharing some story with their younger tentmates about the exploits of their older comrade, either during battle or during our off-duty time. I held my normal daily briefings with the Centurions, receiving their reports on the daily progress as what had been little better than a mob of men, was turning into a Legion worthy of marching for Rome. All in all, I was pleased with the progress, though there were one or two trouble spots, along with the inevitable number of troublemakers and malcontents that salt every Legion, the Didiuses and Atiliuses of this current crop. The latter would sort itself out in time, as the tentmates of the rotten apples would rapidly tire of the kind of attention their comrades brought on all of them, just as we had done with Didius. The former problems were what concerned me, and one area I paid attention to was the seeming lack of men skilled in other trades, because these men would become the immunes of the Legion, yet it appeared as if the recruiting officers had only signed up boys fresh off the farm, with very few apprentices or craftsmen in the bunch. Of particular concern was the lack of men with any skill at metalsmithing, because this is one of the most crucial jobs in the entire Legion, and at that point, we did not have nearly enough men to perform the kind of work needed to keep our weapons and armor in repair. We had more than enough strong backs by virtue of the farm boys, which would be useful when we had to build camps, roads and such, but without enough immunes it was not likely that we would even get to the point where we could march. We had been authorized by Caesar to bring all Centuries to the strength of 100 men again, like we were in the original dilectus of the 10th more than 16 years before, rather than the 80 of tradition. However, we had already culled more than five percent of that number, winnowing out the weaklings and men too dull to follow simple instructions, so I gave the order to bring the Legion back up to strength, but with skilled craftsmen instead of just any man who was otherwise qualified. To achieve this goal, I was faced with a choice, neither alternative being palatable, for different reasons. The first choice was to comb the countryside for qualified men and “persuade” them to join by force, if they were not willing to do so voluntarily. While I was not opposed to that in any moral sense, I knew from experience that men forced into service would be more likely to desert at the first opportunity, which meant that I had to explore the other alternative, and that was to offer enlisting men a bounty. The problem with that was that I did not have the authorization to take it out of Legion funds, and would have to go to General Pollio for permission, though that was only part of the issue. Money at that point was very tight, as Caesar had spent huge amounts of gold and silver in the pursuit of his aims, and now was determined to fix all the damage caused by years of civil war, as well as instituting his massive reforms. All of this took enormous amounts of money, and Caesar had taken pains to explain to me before he returned to Rome how important it was for me to make Legion funds stretch as far as possible.