There was a loud stamp of boots as the sentries at the entrance to the colonnade stood to attention and an optio barked out. 'Commanding officer present!'
The officers rose and stood stiffly as Aurelius strode down the length of the pool, his reflection wavering in its surface as a light gust of hot air wafted over the water. He took up his position behind a campaign table and stared round at his officers in a theatrical manner, as if seeing them for the first time.
'Be seated, gentlemen.'
The officers eased themselves back down and sat quietly, waiting for his address to begin. Aurelius carried a slate tablet in his hand and he laid it down on the table before him and glanced at the notes he had made in the wax surface. Macro watched with a twinge of unease. He preferred commanders who addressed their men without notes, as if their words came from their hearts. Aurelius had revealed himself as one of those officers who lacked belief in their own authority and needed prompts to carry them through such occasions. It was not a good sign, Macro decided.
Aurelius looked up and cleared his throat. 'As all of you no doubt have heard, the legate is dead. He and his escort were wiped out a few days ago as they were on the road to Ombos. Whether this was at the hands of Arab brigands or a Nubian patrol we do not yet know.' He paused and swallowed. 'As camp prefect of the Twenty-Second Legion, and therefore the senior officer present, command of the army falls to me. It is my duty to lead our forces against the Nubians and complete the task started by Legate Candidus, namely to drive the enemy out of our province as swiftly and decisively as possible.'
Cato noticed that while some of the officers nodded approvingly at their new commander's intentions, most did not. Some looked apprehensive and a few muttered quietly with their neighbours.
'To that end,' Aurelius continued, 'I will be finalising our campaign plans with my staff officers after this meeting. Orders will be sent to my senior officers at first light tomorrow. And speaking of officers, I am pleased to introduce the two latest to join the legion. Firstly, my new senior tribune.' He gestured to Cato to rise. 'Cato is newly arrived from Alexandria where the governor has appointed him to the Twenty-Second Legion for the duration of hostilities. Despite his young years, the governor assures me that the new tribune has a fine military record. As does my new first spear centurion. Stand up, Macro.'
'I'm not a bloody performing monkey,' Macro growled as he stood up and stared round at the other officers, straight-lipped.
'You may sit,' Aurelius said graciously. Once Macro and Cato were back in place, the new commander looked over his officers once again and then nodded. 'We have been set a great challenge, gentlemen. It has been a long time since the legion and the auxiliary cohorts of the province have been called upon to prove their mettle. There are some who doubtless say that we have grown soft, that the soldiers of this province compare poorly with those of the rest of the Empire.' He paused to consult his waxed tablet briefly. 'To them I say you are wrong. Our day has come and we will show the rest of the Empire what the soldiers of the province of Egypt can do. I have heard that the enemy outnumber us. So much the better. We shall win even greater glory.' He had a quick glance at the wax tablet again and smiled. 'The eyes of the Emperor are upon us, my friends. The Roman Empire looks to us with bated breath. When we have won our great victory, the Empire will never forget us and every man here will walk in honour until his dying day!'
Aurelius thrust his fist in the air. A handful of officers followed suit, then a few more, anxious to win the favour of their new commander. Some of the more experienced and professional officers merely nodded or applauded politely. Others, Cato noted, sat in stony silence. Once Aurelius realised that he had won all the acclaim that he was going to get, he raised his hands and gestured for quiet. 'That's all for now, gentlemen. You are dismissed.'
There was a low hubbub of conversation as the men rose and edged away around the pool and filtered out through the columns at the far end. Macro turned to Cato. 'Quite the orator, our camp prefect,' he said wryly. 'There wasn't a dry eye in the house, though for my part it was due to embarrassment. What a pillock.'
'I think he meant it. Every word of it.'
'You're not serious?'
'Oh yes. He knows he is never going to make his mark as a competent staff officer. This is his one chance to win some fame. This has potential to become a dangerous situation, Macro.'
'Really? I thought the fact that we are outnumbered, the soldiers are of questionable quality and now it's possible that Ajax has thrown in his lot with the Nubians meant that things were already dangerous.'
Cato frowned at him. 'All right then, it could be even more dangerous. Happy now? Come on, we have to speak to Aurelius.'
'What about?'
'We have to persuade him to rein in his thirst for glory.' Cato made his way round the end of the pool towards the table where Aurelius was talking to a handful of other officers, some of whom Cato had seen at headquarters since he and Macro had arrived. Aurelius turned towards them as they approached and smiled warmly.
'What did you think of my small oration?'
'Inspiring,' Cato responded warily.
'I know. I have been waiting for the chance to make such a speech,' Aurelius continued in a pleased tone. 'I confess that I was much influenced by a book I read in the Great Library some months back. Battle addresses of history's great commanders. A minor work by Livius, but beautifully written. Just the stuff to stir a man's blood, eh?' He tapped Cato on the chest.
'I haven't had the chance to read it, sir,' Cato replied evenly. 'Perhaps I will once the campaign is over. Speaking of which, I would welcome the opportunity to discuss your plans for the campaign. I assume you will be following normal practice and therefore include both myself and the first spear centurion in drawing up the army's orders, sir.'
A brief look of irritation clouded Aurelius's expression. 'There is no need, Tribune Cato. The plans were drawn up by the legate and his closest advisers. Now they are dead. Only I remain from the ranks of those he trusted with his scheme for defeating the Nubians.' Aurelius paused briefly. 'Of course, I may see fit to amend some details, but I have my own advisers.' He indicated the four men standing to his other side. 'So I will not need to trouble you for any advice.'
'It's no trouble, sir. We would be glad to offer you the benefit of our considerable experience.'
'Your considerable experience?' Aurelius smiled faintly. 'Tribune, these men and I were, in all likelihood, serving the Emperor when you were but an infant suckling at your mother's tit. We can manage with the experience we already have between us. But I thank you for your offer all the same.' His eyes brightened as another thought struck him. 'However, I have every wish to put your abilities, and those of good Centurion Macro, to use. I would be obliged if you would take charge of the training regime of the legion. The men are already fine soldiers, but a little exercise and some sword practice will hone their spirits to the appropriate edge, I should think. Macro here has the stern look of a drill instructor, and the voice of one too, I should imagine. Let your experience be of use to the Twenty-Second Legion in that manner, eh? Leave the operational planning to those who have served in Egypt and know the ground well.'