Crastinus stiffened his back, replying in his parade ground voice, “Victory will be yours Caesar.” Saluting, he finished, “You will conquer gloriously today.”
We cheered again, and while we did so, I saw Caesar lean down to say something to Crastinus, who listened intently. The Primus Pilus nodded, then saluted as Caesar turned Toes, galloping down the line to the left, where he would undoubtedly repeat his speech to the rest of the army. While he did so, Crastinus called some men by name from the First Cohort and had them assemble in front, then trotted over to me.
“Caesar has given me a special assignment,” he said, “and I need at least ten of your best men for the task. But they have to be rankers; we can’t spare taking you or your Optio.”
I thought for a moment, then turned to call out the names of nine men. As they made their way forward, I hesitated for a moment before adding another name.
“Didius!” The surprise on his face was clear, but he came without hesitation. When they were assembled, I told them, “Go join the men from the First over there. Primus Pilus Crastinus has a special assignment from Caesar and we need our best men for it.”
Crastinus had moved onto the next Cohort, and in a few moments, he had a force of about 120 men formed up in front of our line. We could follow Caesar’s progress down the line by the roaring of the men as he exhorted them to give him their best, the sound growing fainter the farther away he went. The far left was commanded by Antonius, where the 8th and 9th, because of their losses at Dyrrhachium, were combined to make one under-strength Legion. The middle was commanded by Domitius, with the youngsters placed in a spot where they could do the least damage. The 11th and 12th were to our left, forming the rest of the right wing. Waiting for Caesar to finish, we saw the enemy cavalry move into position on their far left, to our right, and I immediately saw that we were in trouble. The enemy cavalry force was huge, many times the number of our own, and where they were lining up meant that they intended to swing out before coming down on our right flank in an attempt to roll us up. As Caesar came trotting back, he saw the same thing and stopped at his command group, issuing some orders that sent his aides galloping off to the rear of the formation. I turned to see what was happening, watching as the aides selected roughly every other Cohort in the rear line, then pulling them back into a fourth line. While I was not sure what was planned, I was comforted to know that Caesar saw and understood the danger and I held every confidence that whatever it was he had in mind, it would take care of the problem. Besides, there was nothing I could do about it, so I turned back forward and waited for the command to move out.
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Despite Sulla being in nominal command of the right wing, Caesar chose to position himself on the right as well, knowing that this was where the biggest danger was, so once more he came trotting back, stopping in front of Crastinus and his hand-picked men.
Crastinus saluted Caesar, then the Primus Pilus turned to the men. “Boys,” he began, “you’ve been my comrades and followed me for a long time. Give Caesar the loyal service you’ve shown me for all these years now. There’s one last battle, and when it’s over, he'll recover his dignitas. . and we’ll be free to get drunk and chase whores!” Turning back to Caesar, he gave a final salute and said, “Today, General, I’ll give you a reason to thank me, whether I’m dead or alive.”
Caesar returned the salute before trotting through the lines to take his place at the rear of the formation. Once he took his position, the command was given to march and we stepped out to close the distance so that we could charge without having to run too far. Pompey’s army had continued marching towards us, but seeing us close the distance, they came to a halt to dress their lines. Meanwhile, we continued forward a few moments longer, waiting for the command to begin the charge, which would be given the instant Pompey’s army began its own. However, even as we closed the distance, no such command was given by Pompey. His army just stood there, waiting for us to charge, seemingly determined not to launch their own countercharge. Finally, the order was given to halt in order for us to redress our lines and to catch our breath, since we would now be covering more distance than we originally thought. We were close enough now to see exactly whom we were facing, and as we were catching our breath, I walked over to Vibius and pointed.
“That’s Pompey’s 1st, and isn’t that the 15th next to them?”
Vibius peered at the enemy lines for a moment, then nodded. “I wonder how the 15th feels about facing us, after all the miles we marched together in Gaul?”
That was the question in my own mind, but since there was no real way of knowing the answer, I just shrugged.
Vibius looked over at the massed cavalry standing motionless except for the horses pawing at the ground, creating a veil of dust that made it hard to distinguish individuals, but managing to make out at least one, he pointed and exclaimed, “Isn’t that that prick Labienus over there?”
I squinted, then after a moment I could make out a figure sitting a horse in a familiar manner, and I nodded. “The gods know I saw him enough to know how he sits a horse. That’s definitely him,” I said.
“We better win then, because that bastard will show us no mercy.” Vibius smiled grimly.
“And if I get the chance, I have a promise to fulfill,” I replied, thinking about my conversation with Albinus.
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For several moments, the two armies just stood there, looking at each other, and there was a pervasive silence that I have never witnessed before or since. It was so unnerving that the Pompeians became clearly agitated, moving around and even as we watched, their cohesion began to fall apart. Their Centurions started snapping orders at their men to keep still, but we watched the carefully ordered lines simply begin to fall apart. Even as this was happening, Pompey issued the orders for his cavalry to charge, the ground starting to shake when more than 6,000 horses began thundering towards us. Instantly, Caesar ordered our own cavalry to countercharge, despite there being barely 1,000 of them, and now both groups of infantry stood watching them crash together with a horrific sound. Almost immediately, the dust churned up by thousands of pounding hooves obscured most of the action, with only glimpses of what was taking place coming when some freak of the wind cleared the dust away for a moment. In those moments, I spotted Labienus swinging his spatha, the long cavalry sword, above his head as he shouted out commands to his troopers. Through the dust, I saw men falling, and at first, I took heart because it appeared that it was more Pompeians than our own men on the ground, but deep down I knew that with a disparity of more than six to one it could not last. With the cavalry battling on the plain to our right, Pompey ordered his force of archers and slingers, positioned just behind the cavalry, forward into the space just vacated by them, whereupon they began launching volleys of slingshot and arrows at us.
Now, above the sound of the cavalry battle, came the whirring sound of slingshot zipping by, and I yelled out to my men, “Shields up! If any of you bastards gets hit by any of these piddling missiles, you’re on a charge!”
As I expected, this brought a laugh, and not for the first time I had the fleeting wish that I was back in the ranks, safe behind a shield, rather than standing out front with nothing but my vitus to wave at the slings and arrows headed my way. While it is considered bad form for a Centurion to hop and dance about, trying to dodge things headed his way, it is acceptable for us to take a step in one direction or another. The next few moments found me taking such steps back and forth, convinced that the entire Pompeian force had decided to aim right at me. I was so busy trying not to be skewered or smacked in the face with a lead shot that I did not see Labienus split off part of his force, disengage them from our cavalry, and begin to gallop around our right flank.