“They're who I will take in pursuit of Pompey.”
My mind began working rapidly, and I asked, “And what’s their strength, Caesar?”
“Since they're the 7th and 10th Cohort, they're actually close to full strength. Combined, about 900 men, give or take a few.”
“And you’re going to take 900 men and chase after three Legions’ worth, of which a number of them are their comrades from the same Legion?”
Despite knowing it was not wise, I made no attempt to hide my skepticism, but Caesar was, as ever, a man of surprises.
Instead of getting angry, he threw his head back and laughed, a true laugh, not forced in any way. “Why, Pullus, that is exactly what I am proposing.” He turned serious, and continued, “Which is why I need someone I can absolutely trust in a position of authority, and I believe, no I know, that man is you. You proved your loyalty to me by your actions against your closest friend. Pullus, I have watched your career closely, and you've proven time and again that not only are you loyal, you are resourceful and your courage in battle is almost unmatched. You probably don't know this, but one of your biggest supporters was Gaius Crastinus. He told me on more than one occasion that he saw in you a Primus Pilus worthy of Dentatus.”
That was high praise indeed, and my heart soared at the words that Caesar was speaking. Then, in my mind I heard a little voice speaking quietly, telling me to be careful in accepting Caesar’s words at face value. I do not know why that voice chose to speak; perhaps all the carping and complaining that Vibius had been doing about Caesar all these years had more of an effect on me than I was aware. Whatever the cause, my elation at hearing Caesar’s flattery was short-lived, because all his honeyed words still did not answer the question that was at the heart of this matter.
“So what is it you wish me to do, Caesar?”
He nodded, clearly pleased that I had accepted his praise. “I would like you to come with us, and I'm appointing you as de facto Primus Pilus. The two Cohorts will retain their senior Centurions, but they will report directly to you. You'll command the entire force, answerable to me, of course,” he finished, in my mind unnecessarily, as if I was not clear that he would still be in overall command.
So there it was, and now I had to make a decision. It was not the decision you might be thinking, gentle reader; there was no real question whether I would go, at least if I did not want my career to die in front of my eyes. After all that Caesar had been through in the last two days because of the army, my refusal to accompany him would finally give him something, or someone, tangible to punish and on whom he could take out his frustrations. As much as I have talked about Caesar’s mercy, and the clemency he showed his enemies, there was the other Caesar, the Caesar of Uxellodonum, where a pile of bones of the hands of the defenders still moldered. There was the Caesar who gave us Gomphi just to make a point, and I had little illusion that he would make an example of me should I refuse him, so I was going. However, he was making a request of me, and I was well within my rights to demand something appropriate in return, but the question was what? I turned it over in my mind; aware of Caesar’s eyes on me, I finally spoke.
“Caesar, I'm deeply honored by your words, and by your request, and I hope you know that I would follow you across Charon if you asked it of me,” I said as sincerely as I could, thinking to myself that there were two of us in the room who could lay it on thick. “But I’m concerned about my Cohort. Who did you plan on appointing as the Pilus Prior? And what happens when you’re done with the 6th? What happens to me then?”
He smiled at me like I was a prized pupil, and perhaps at that moment I was. “Do you have something in mind, Pullus?”
In truth, I had not really thought things through at that point, and I suppressed a flash of irritation at Caesar, whose mind always worked more quickly than almost anyone else’s in the world, and who assumed that others were able to marshal their thoughts with the same speed that he did. I did not answer immediately, then decided to turn the tables on him somewhat.
“Before I answer, Caesar, perhaps you tell me what you’ve been thinking along those lines?”
His smile broadened, and he sat on the table with his arms folded, looking at me. “Pullus, I think I may have underestimated you,” he said equably. Without waiting for a reply, he pressed on, “As I see it, given what's transpired, getting you away from your Cohort for a time might actually be to your benefit. While every Cohort has been split apart by a number of Centurions and Optios, none have been as. . dramatic as the split between Domitius and yourself. You were the only one of my Centurions who demonstrated a willingness to take physical action, and while I applaud and thank you for that display, I can't help but think that the men of your Cohort won't view things the same way.”
I had never thought about things in the manner that Caesar was describing. In fact, I had not been thinking about the situation much at all. The reality was that I had been trying to avoid thinking about it, which is why I had tried to get drunk with Scribonius the night before. However, I could see that I should have been thinking along the lines of Caesar, realizing instantly that he was right. If I was willing to strike Vibius down, how sure could I be that Vibius did not feel the same way and would not take action? That was when the full import of our rift hit me; I was now thinking of Vibius as a possible threat to my life, the force of what it all meant hitting me almost like a physical blow. I felt my knees start to shake as my stomach, which had settled down since my initial entry, now threatened to rise in revolt. I was assaulted by such a swirl of conflicting emotions; anger at the very idea that Vibius might pose a threat to me. Later I was forced to acknowledge, if only to myself, how hypocritical it was of me to be angry with Vibius for such a possibility, when I had stated openly to my general that I would have done the same thing I was angry about. I felt indignation at the idea that the men I had led for these years might actually side with Vibius against me. Underlying it all though, was an incredible sadness, and it was this feeling that was the hardest to suppress, and horrified, I felt the beginnings of tears start to form in my eyes. Nothing would be as humiliating or unforgivable as crying like a woman in front of my general and it was only through a huge force of will that I managed to keep the tears from spilling down my cheeks.
“I know this is hard for you, Pullus,” Caesar said gently. “It always is when someone is as a brother to you, and then something happens to destroy that bond. But you know I speak the truth. Right now, getting you away from your Cohort is the best possible solution, which is another reason why I chose you for this endeavor.”
Forcing my mind back to the topic, I repeated my question to Caesar.
“Well, it would be customary for the Pilus Posterior to take your slot, but given Celer chose to side with the men, that is quite out of the question, as is Domitius of course.”
“And he doesn’t want the job,” I said instantly; despite myself I was still thinking of Vibius and what he really wanted. Old habits die hard.
“So did you have someone in mind?”
“Scribonius,” I again responded instantly, and I saw that I had caught Caesar by surprise.
“Scribonius,” he said doubtfully, then shook his head. “He hasn't been Hastatus Prior very long.”
“No, only a matter of months,” I agreed, but an idea was forming in my mind, and in that moment I decided that this would be my price. “But the men respect him immensely. In fact, I would go so far as to say that he’s the most respected, outside of me. At least until the other day,” I amended, feeling another twinge of emotion. Caesar said nothing, so I plunged on. "He’s smarter than I am, and he’s almost as good a fighter. Well, perhaps not that good.” There were limits to how far I could bend, I realized. Finishing, I spoke plainly, “That’s my price, Caesar. The only man I trust to run the Cohort effectively is Scribonius.”