“Hmm,” I grunted, thinking deeply about what we should do next. “Thank you, Philip Rider. Can you show me the shortest way to Camulod from here? And this damnable rain, does it ever stop?”
Philip flashed a smile. “Why, man, it seldom starts at all. It will blow by within the next day or two, and the weather will turn fine again before winter sets in, you wait and see. And as for, the route to Camulod, that’s easy. Simply follow this road south from here until you reach a garrisoned town called Ilchester. They’re our people there, and they’ll point you in the right direction. You should stay here, however, until our thousand pass you by. I’ll leave a decurion with you to explain your presence to Commander Rufio, and after that you can proceed. Now, if you will permit me, I have to make up time and distance.”
He slipped his helmet back onto his head and saluted me, bringing his clenched fist to his left breast, then turned his horse around and gave the signal to the men in front of him. In a matter of moments they had regrouped, leaving only one of their number with us, and were cantering away from us.
The decurion greeted us with a courteous nod and then sat silently beside us, and within a short time we heard the approaching cavalry squadrons. Their leaders, riding in the vanguard, drew rein on our side of the road as they neared us, and the decurion rode forward to explain our presence. They listened and nodded, then rode on by us with the decurion, nodding courteously but otherwise paying us no attention. When the last of the thousand had passed us by, their remounts, several hundreds in number, followed after them, herded by a large number of boys below fighting age, and we sat watching until the last of the animals had disappeared from view along the road behind the shrouds of falling rain.
Only then did Perceval turn to me with an admiring grunt. “I can’t believe that the only thing in this godforsaken country that I haven’t hated on sight is one and a half thousand of the finest horses I’ve ever seen. Where do they find beasts like that? I can’t believe they breed them here in such an unholy climate.”
“Believe it,” I told him. “They breed them all here now, according to Germanus, but their origins were Empire-wide. Let’s be off. It’s not far now to Camulod and I would like a roof over my head as soon as it can be arranged. I’ll tell you what Germanus told me about their cavalry as we ride.”
We kicked our horses into motion, and Perceval and Tristan ranged themselves on either side of me while young Bors rode close behind us, straining to hear.
I raised my voice until I was almost shouting over the noise of the rain. “The story goes that seventy-one years ago, in the year 376, in a place called Adrianopolis in Asia Minor beyond the eastern edges of the Middle Sea, a Roman consular army of forty thousand men, commanded by the Co-emperor Valens, was overrun and wiped out by a mounted force of Ostrogoths. It was a freakish accident and it should never have happened, but it did. The Goths were migrating from one region to another. They even had their women and children with them. But they were all mounted, on small, shaggy ponies, and they crested a mountain ridge to see an entire Roman army below them, marching in extended order along the edge of a lake. They charged immediately and caught the legions before they could form up in battle order, then rolled them up like a carpet. Forty thousand Romans died that afternoon, including Valens and his entire staff, and the word went out that the Romans were vulnerable to attack by massed formations of horsemen.” I glanced from side to side and saw that both my friends were listening closely, so I kept talking.
“Theodosius was still Emperor at that time, and Flavius Stilicho, who was half Roman and half Vandal, was his most brilliant legatus., Stilicho had been appointed commander in chief of the Imperial Household Troops—in other words, commander in chief of all Rome’s legions and the most powerful soldier in the world—at the age of twenty-two. They say he was the greatest natural military genius since Alexander the Great of Macedon. Anyway, Stilicho launched an immediate-priority program to reequip and retrain all the legions of Rome in order to counteract this new threat of mounted attack, and within the space of twenty-five years he had increased each legion’s cavalry strength from the traditional five percent of light, skirmishing cavalry—mounted archers whose sole duty was to form a mobile defensive screen while the legion was forming its battle lines—to twenty-five percent heavy, disciplined cavalry that operated in the manner of Alexander’s heavy cavalry of six hundred years earlier, riding in tightly packed, disciplined formations and carrying heavy spears.” I paused, allowing them to absorb what I had said before continuing. “Now that might not sound like much of a feat when you hear someone say it as quickly and plainly as I have just said it, but don’t let that mislead you. Think about what was involved in those changes.” I paused again.
“It was an enormous undertaking, according to everything the Bishop told me, and he had made a study of all it involved. That Stilicho was able to achieve such a transformation at all was astonishing, Germanus says, for in order to succeed he had first to confront and defeat the opinions and the plotting of the stubborn, old-guard traditionalists who didn’t want anything to change and who believed that the old ways were always and would always be the best ways. And the fact that most of them resented him for his youth and his brilliance did not make his task any easier. Stilicho simply never quit, never wavered in his resolve, and eventually he won. But that he was able to achieve what he did within twenty-five short years was nothing short of miraculous … .” I stopped talking and looked from one to the other of them and they stared back at me, waiting. “I know the Bishop likes to talk of miracles and miraculous occurrences. He is a bishop, after all is said and done. But it really is astounding, if you but think on it even for a few moments. Imagine, for a start, the sheer size, the scope of the program that was required, throughout the whole world, to breed the number of horses they would require to equip every single legion in the armies with that many horses, including remounts and pack animals. Then think about the size of the animals involved. Light skirmishing cavalry needed only small, light horses, and Rome had always had plenty of those. But for heavy cavalry you need big, heavy horses. Those they did not have, and they needed thousands of them. So where did they find them? Where did those big horses come from?
“Well, I’ll tell you where they came from. They created them; bred them out of what they had available. Once again, they launched a new, specially-designed program all across the Empire: a cross-breeding program, to mate the largest, strongest animals they could find with the best they had that were smaller, in order to breed larger offspring. By the end of twenty-five years, the results were astounding.
“But then they discovered, too, that the new ‘heavy’ cavalry, mounted on huge horses, was poorly equipped. The riders were armored heavily on top, as Roman troops had always been, but now their legs were vulnerable, hanging down among the enemy, who were on foot. So new armor had to be designed to protect the riders’ legs, and that required new techniques of metal crafting for making such armor. And swords had to be lengthened and strengthened, for even the traditional cavalry spatha was too short to be effective from the back of a large, tall horse. And so a new study of metal crafting and smithing was launched in order to find new ways of working iron and steel to make longer, stronger weapons. It goes on and on, each problem giving rise to new solutions that led in turn to other problems in a never-ending cycle.
“Eventually, however, after only twenty years, from 396 until 398, when Stilicho was Regent to the infant emperor Honorius, he brought the central corps of his new cavalry forces to train them here in Britain, in secrecy, against seaborne invasions of Picts, Saxons, and Hibernian Scots. They were extremely successful.” I paused, purely to emphasize the effect of my next words.