Ajax had been surprised by the speed with which the Romans had moved to surround the temple complex, and the first of the bolt throwers had begun to shoot the moment it had been set up opposite the curtain wall. Then, as the rest of the weapons were hauled forward by cart, the bombardment had intensified late into the afternoon and early evening.
Two more bolts slammed into the mud bricks.
'They'll have a breach in the outer wall before the first hour of the night is over,' Karim muttered. 'Then all that stands before them will be the barricades we've put together across the entrances to the temple.'
'Not quite the fortress I had hoped it might be,' said Ajax.
The heavy tall timber doors of the main gate between the first pair of pylons had been reinforced with palm logs cut from the trees that grew a short distance away. The narrow side entrances had also been blocked up with makeshift palisades and parties of Arab warriors armed with swords and spears stood behind the defences, grimly determined to keep the Romans out for as long as possible. After all, Ajax reflected, that was the purpose of the raid down the western bank of the Nile. To delay the enemy advance and give Prince Talmis a free hand to devastate the Roman province along the upper Nile. Ajax and his column were supposed to tie the Romans down for several days but the enemy had reacted far more swiftly and resolutely than Ajax expected. As things stood, his position was looking decidedly perilous.
There was another impact on the wall, near the breach, and this time the shaft burst through before clattering against the solid stone of the temple.
'Perhaps we should try to break out before it's too late, General,' Karim suggested cautiously.
Ajax smiled. 'You think it was a bad decision to make a stand here, my friend.'
Karim pursed his lips. 'It is not for me to say. You command, I follow.'
'That's right. I have my reasons for remaining here.' Ajax pointed towards a cluster of Roman officers standing on a small mound. 'They are there, the two men in this world that I most want to kill.'
'You are certain it was them?'
'I saw them with my own eyes. I heard them call for me.' Ajax gritted his teeth. 'I would have charged them down in an instant had there been a chance to face them individually.' He stared at the distant figures of the enemy officers, their helmet crests and polished breastplates gleaming in the light of a nearby fire as the flames fiercely consumed the dried palm leaves that served as kindling.
'You can be sure that when the Romans attack, those two will be leading their men. And I shall be waiting for them.' He turned to Karim. 'Perhaps it is as well that we are trapped here in the temple. There is no retreat for us now. We hold out as long as we can, and the chance to face my enemies will come. They will die on my sword. Both of them.'
'And we shall die with them,' Karim added quietly. 'You, me, those who have followed you since the first days of the revolt, and our Arab allies. Is that the best way to defy Rome, General?'
Ajax slowly ran a hand through his thick curls. His hair had grown longer than he liked. He preferred a short crop, enough to absorb the sweat on his scalp so that it did not course down his brow when he was fighting. He sighed. 'I begin to grow weary of defying Rome. Of being forced to run and always looking back for sign of my pursuers. There comes a time when the prey must turn and face the hunter. Then there is a last chance to die with purpose, with dignity. Perhaps that time has come. If so, then I shall kill as many Romans as I can while I still breathe. If the gods are kind, then I shall kill Macro and Cato as well.' Ajax looked at his friend and clasped his arm. 'Is that such a bad end? To die on your feet, sword in your hand, with your comrades – your friends – at your side?'
Karim nodded solemnly. 'Better than to live as a slave, my General.'
'That is not living,' Ajax replied. 'Merely existing.'
There was another series of thuds as the enemy bolt throwers continued to break down the mud-brick wall, then a rumble as a large section gave way and collapsed into the temple compound in a swirl of dust. There was a short pause before a brassy note sounded from the Roman lines. The bolt throwers ceased shooting and then the signal blew again and a column of legionaries quickly formed up just out of bowshot from the temple. Eight men abreast and twenty or so ranks deep. This would be the legion's First Cohort, Ajax knew. The most powerful unit at the disposal of the commander of the Roman army. A handful of officers broke away from the group who had been surveying the temple's defences and joined the column. Thanks to his spy in the Roman army, Ajax knew that Macro was the commander of the First Cohort, and he found himself praying fervently that Cato would be joining him in the attack on the temple.
Ajax turned to Karim. 'Pass the word. The breach is made and the Romans are coming. Have the archers make ready to give our friends a warm welcome.'
Karim nodded. 'Yes, my General.'
As Karim hurried down the steps leading from the top of the pylon, Ajax beckoned the Arabs standing a deferential distance from their commander at the far end of the platform. They came over and he pointed out the Roman column. Their leader nodded his understanding, his lips parting to reveal gleaming teeth. A moment later Karim's voice carried up to Ajax, and then there were more shouts as his orders were conveyed to the Arabs by the Nubian officers versed in Greek and Arab tongues as well as their own. As the enemy's bucinas sounded again and the column tramped out of the gloom towards the breach, Ajax looked down to see his men scaling the makeshift ladders to bring them up on to the roof of the temple. On the other pylons he could see a small flicker of fire as they lit their bundles of brushwood and dried palm leaves. The flames quickly took hold and illuminated the archers standing by, the first of their arrows drawn from their quivers. Strips of cloth impregnated with oil and pitch had been wound around the shafts, just behind the arrow heads, ready to be ignited the moment the order was given. Karim came running back up the stairs, breathing heavily. He swallowed and made his report.
'The men are ready, General.'
Ajax nodded and then the two men turned to watch the legionaries tramping towards the breach. Behind them, the archers struck some sparks into a tinder box. A moment later the tiny flame was applied to the kindling in the iron brazier and the flames quickly took hold.
'They're in range,' Karim announced. 'Shall I give the order?'
'Not yet.' Ajax strained his eyes as he scrutinised the head of the column. There were two crested helmets there. Officers. 'We'll wait until they reach the wall. I want the first volley to strike them as hard as possible.'
Karim nodded, and they stood in silence and watched as the Romans crossed the stony sand towards the breach, a long black line that seemed like a giant armoured centipede in the gathering darkness. As they approached, an order was shouted and the leading ranks turned their shields to the front to present an unbroken line, sheltering the men behind. They slowed as they reached the rubble below the breach and began to climb up the pile of crumbling mud bricks. As the first men entered the gap in the curtain wall, Ajax cleared his throat.
'Now.'
Karim cupped both hands to his mouth and cried out, 'Archers! Ignite arrows!'
The order was instantly relayed to the Arabs who crowded round the flames of the braziers, offering up the rags at the end of the arrow shafts. Karim drew a deep breath. 'Shoot at will!'
The first arrow rose up in a shallow blazing arc from the far end of the temple and then plunged down into the breach. At once more followed, cutting through the darkness as they converged on the breach, as if the gap in the wall was drawing them in upon itself. The fire arrows rained down onto the head of the Roman column. Some fell harmlessly to the ground, their flames dying away to a flicker as they stuck in the soil. Others burst into sparks as they clattered against the wall, or glanced off the shields and armour of the legionaries. A few found their way through the shields and punched into exposed flesh.