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Ganymede began by attacking our most precious resource, our water supply. Despite having done all that we could to secure a supply of fresh water, we were unable to secure the source. Accordingly, Ganymede attacked this source. There were a number of wells in the private residences of the people who were unlucky enough to live in our sector, but the main source of supply was the canal. Blocking the conduits from the canal carrying our water was a simple enough business, except Ganymede was not content with that. Using large capacity pumps that were powered by men turning huge wheels, he began pumping seawater from the Inner Harbor to flood the streets of the city at night. With our redoubt situated in a part of the city a few feet lower than the surrounding area, the water naturally flowed in our direction. It was not long before one morning there was a rap on my door, and I opened it to find the duty Centurion Sido, his face pinched with worry.
“Sorry to disturb you, Primus Pilus, but I think you better have a look at this.”
His tone was sufficiently urgent that I did not bother donning my uniform, grabbing only my vitus to follow him outside. Standing there was a section of men, each of them carrying two buckets, their expressions a mirror of Sido’s.
Indicating the first man, he turned to me and said simply, “Taste the water.”
I dipped my hand in, took a sip, then spat it out. It was salty, not completely fouled yet, but close.
I kept my expression neutral, indicating the other buckets. “Are these all from the same well?”
Sido shook his head. “No, Primus Pilus. When we tasted the first bucket, I went to every well that’s in the 6th’s sector and had a bucket drawn. The results are pretty much the same.” He waved his hand at the buckets the other men were holding. “You can check for yourself if you would like, sir, but they’re all the same.”
I shook my head. “No, that won’t be necessary, I trust you. Very well; I'll go to headquarters and see if the 28th is facing the same problem. You’re dismissed.” As they turned to go, I called out, “Sido!” He turned to stand at intente. “Good work. That was good thinking.”
His face turned red, but I could tell that he was pleased, opening his mouth, probably to thank me before thinking better of it, then saluted and turned away, following his men. I did not bother telling them to keep this quiet because I knew that there was no way that the men would not find out. Returning to my quarters, I put on my uniform before heading over to headquarters to see if the news was any better.
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Fortunately, only the water in our sector was contaminated, at least at that point. But while that was good news, it was still going to pose a problem for us, since we now had to draw our water ration from the wells of the men of the 28th, whereupon the numen of that dead Gregarius came back to haunt us. Tensions were still high between my men and the 28th. While Cartufenus and I had managed to keep a lid on things, succeeding in avoiding drawing the attention of Caesar or his staff, the fact that we would now have to send detachments into the 28th’s sector to take some of their already-rationed water was not going to sit well with them. Compounding the tension was the attitude of my men towards the 28th, who they thought of as a bunch of scared boys. That this was not far from the truth did not help matters for anyone. Cartufenus and I met, agreeing that our water-carrying parties would be escorted not only by a Centurion of the 6th, but of the 28th as well, and we would only do it once a day, in the morning. Calling a meeting of my Centurions to inform them of this agreement, I stressed that there would be no exceptions; we would draw water once a day and that was all. If the men ran out before the next morning, that would be too bad; perhaps it would teach them to ration their water more carefully. However, as it turned out, I need not have worried. These men of the 6th had been part of Pompey’s army under Afranius in Hispania when we had cut them off from water, meaning this was not the first time they were thirsty. In fact, they found the whole situation grimly amusing.
“The first time we went thirsty was because of Caesar,” I heard one of the men joke to his comrades, “and now this time we’re going thirsty because of Caesar. The only difference is that now we’re on the same side.”
I had to smile; the gods certainly did have a perverse sense of humor.
The 28th’s respite from fouled water was short-lived. Barely three days later, I heard another rap on my door, only this time it was Cartufenus who came to bring me the news. When he told me, I was not surprised, but he was not through.
“It gets worse,” he said, his face grim. “My men are panicking. There are all sorts of wild ideas being thrown around about the cause. Some of the men say that it’s one of the Egyptian gods who's favoring Ganymede and his bunch.” He saw the look of scorn and disbelief on my face, and waved a hand wearily at me. “Oh, they're very much in the minority. It’s the other idea that worries me, and that seems to be what most of the men believe. There’s talk that this has to be the work of some of the Egyptians trapped in here with us, that they’re working as spies for Ganymede and they’re poisoning the water.”
“But it’s not poisoned,” I protested. “It’s only salty.”
He nodded, but said, “I know that, but I just wish we knew why it’s happening.” He shrugged. “Maybe they’re right. Maybe it IS one or more of the civilians with us.”
I should point out that our knowledge of what Ganymede was doing with the pumps and seawater only came after the fact. When this was happening, it was a mystery to everyone, including the officers.
I sat thinking about what Cartufenus had said, then shook my head. “I don’t think so. If it were one well, or two, and in the same immediate area, then I might see it. But this is now every well, throughout the entire redoubt. We would have noticed something if any of the civilians had been involved, I’m sure of it.”
Cartufenus sighed, then stood up. “I don’t know. All I do know is that it’s getting ugly with my boys. I need to get back before they do something foolish.”
A chill ran down my spine, and I looked at him sharply. “What do you mean, ‘do something foolish’? What do you think they’ll do?”
He shook his head. I could see the weariness and pain in his eyes, causing a pang of sympathy. The rank of first grade Centurion is what so many of us aspire to, and we work hard to achieve it. But then when we get there, suddenly it does not seem that being a Primus Pilus is as much fun as you thought it would be. That was true if you had a good group of men like the 10th or the 6th. When you got a bunch of scared rabbits like the 28th was turning out to be, it could be a nightmare from which you will never woke up. Without thinking, I walked to Cartufenus to put my hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t worry.” I spoke with as much confidence as I could muster. “Whatever comes, you’re the man to handle it.”
He gave a tired smile, but shook his head. “Thanks, Pullus, but I know you’re just saying that to help me.”
I could not help laughing. “Maybe,” I admitted, “but you wouldn’t feel so great if I told you that you were fucked, would you?”
He chuckled. “No, I suppose not.” He squared his shoulders before turning to leave. “Well, let me go find out what my boys are up to now.”
With that, he left me to sit wondering what could go wrong next.
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What the 28th had in mind was to demand a meeting with Caesar, the whole lot of them. Once that became known, Caesar obliged by ordering a formation that evening at the theater, with all but the guard Centuries in attendance. I sent a runner to Cartufenus asking him a question, and when the runner came back with the answer that I needed, I called a meeting of my Centurions to discuss what I had in mind.