The Eagles Conquest

'That would be a nice change. '

She ignored his sarcasm and met his look of burning hatred with a cold expression. 'I knew Vitellius before I knew you. I wouldn't say we were lovers. I had feelings for him but I doubt he returned them, at first. But in time his love grew, and then that idiot Plinius discovered us and wrecked everything. Then I met you.'

'And thought, here's someone I can use.'

'Think what you like, Cato,' said Lavinia, and shrugged. 'At the time, whatever security I had in the world had been shattered. I was afraid and alone, and Ijust wanted some kind of support. When I saw that you had taken to me, I jumped at you. '

'If you want to be strictly accurate, the preposition isn't necessary.' Lavinia glared at him, and shook her head slowly. 'That's so typical of you. Always the smart-arse comment. And you really think that's endearing?'

'Not supposed to be. Not now.'

'Not ever. I can't tell you how sickening I've found it playing the naive young illiterate slave girl. '

'I wondered where the sudden expansion in word power had come from. It must have rubbed off from the tribune.'

'Cato! Will you stop being so horrible!'

They glared at each other for a moment, before Cato's gaze wavered and he looked down at the bandage he had been winding round his arm. He froze as he stared at it.

'I did like you,' Lavinia continued as gently as she could. 'I really did, in a way, but the feelings I had for Vitellius were much deeper, and when he… Cuto?'

Cato was frantically shuffling the bandage round his arm and was not listening.

'Cato? What's the matter?'

'B… e… l ' he read out quietly as the marks on the bandage began to align. ' I… 0… n… i… u… s. Bellonius.'

Bellonius. Cato frowned at the name before he recalled three tribal representatives who had been formally presented to Claudius at the start of the morning's ceremony. He jumped up, looking around, and hurried over to the footrail that ran along the line of benches. Lavinia watched him in amazement. Quickly unwinding the bandage from his hand, Cato began to wrap it carefully round the rail, adjusting the alignment as he went along, working his way back from the end of the message.

'Cato! What are you doing?'

'Saving the Emperor's life!' he replied excitedly as he continued towards the end of the bandage, reading as he went along. 'Here, give me a hand!'

Lavinia watched Cato with a mixture of frustration and bewilderment.

Then, with ashake of her head, she crouched by the footrail and carefully rolled the rest of the bandage round the pole. Squatting down, Lavinia slowly read through the message, making careful adjustments to the bandage to align the words more precisely. She frowned as she tried to understand what had so excited Cato. As she glanced over the opening section, her eyes froze on a Roman name.

'Oh no.'

'What is it?'

'Nothing,' Lavinia replied, unable to conceal a tremor in her voice. Cato pushed her back and leaned over the rail. Behind him Lavinia bent down. Before he found the phrase that had so alarmed her, he sensed a sudden motion and looked up – just in time to see Lavinia swing her arm in towards the side of his head. In her hand was a large round rock.

There was no time to duck, or raise an arm. The stone crashed against the side of his skull, the world exploded into a brilliant white before turning into the pitch black of unconsciousness.

'Come on, lad!'

Cato was dimly aware that someone was shaking him, very roughly.

The darkness was slowly thi

His eyes flickered open, took a moment to focus, and he saw the familiar coarse features of Centurion Macro looming over him, Macro gripped him under the arms and raised him into a sitting position. 'Ouch!' Cato raised a hand to the side of his head, and winced as his fingers touched a bump the size of a small egg. 'What the hell happened to you?'

'Not sure,' Cato mumbled, still muzzy-headed. Then the jumble of events resolved themselves very quickly.

'Lavinia! She's got the bandage!'

'To Vitellius. It has to be him. He has to be the one that's plotting with the Britons.'

'Up to the same old tricks again,' sighed Macro. 'That fellow could really use a sword between the shoulder blades on a dark night. We'd better see if we can find Lavinia. Let's go.'

They ran back to the area of the vast encampment allotted to the Second Legion, and made for the line of officers' tents. The senior tribune's tent stood at the end of the line, nearest to the legion's headquarters, and the two guards assigned to Vitellius stood at the fringe of the awning, hands on shield rims and spears grounded. As Cato and his centurion approached the guards, Macro smiled good-naturedly, and raised his hand in greeting

'All right, lads?' They nodded warily. 'Tribune at home?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Tell him he's got some guests.'

'Sorry, sir, can't do that. Strict orders. He's entertaining and not to be disturbed. '

'I see. Entertaining.' Macro winked at them. 'Wouldn't be entertaining some young dark-haired piece, by any chance?' The guards exchanged a quick glance.

'Thought so.'

Cato felt sick. Lavinia was here, in his tent, being 'entertained'.

Suddenly he was striding towards the entrance, bent on doing murder.

'Lavinia' Get out here!' One of the guards, trained to react instantly to any threat to those he guarded, dropped his spear and thrust it between Cato's legs. The optio caught his shin against it, tripped and tumbled over. Before he could react, the guard was standing over him, spear tip pointed dangerously close to his throat.

'Easy there!' Macro calmed the guard. 'Easy. The boy's no threat.

The flap flicked open and Tribune Vitellius, in a silk gown. ducked outside, bellowing angrily, 'What's all the bloody commotion?' He caught sight of Cato sprawled on the ground and Macro standing to one side of the guard who was threatening to impale the youth.

'Well! If it isn't my Nemesis and his little acolyte! What can I do for you, gentlemen? Keep it brief. I have a rather ravishing young girl waiting.

The calculated remark had its desired effect, and Cato grabbed the shaft of the spear above him and wrenched it from the guard. He thrust the butt back into the man's face and caught a sharp crack on the forehead, stu

'Stay down!' Macro hissed in his ear. 'You fucking hear me?'

Cato tried to struggle, and was quickly kneed in the groin. He doubled up in agony and felt sure he was going to throw up. Macro quickly got back on his feet.

'Sorry about that, the Lad's been under a lot of strain lately.'

'That's all right, Centurion,' Cato heard Vitellius reply. 'Nasty cut he's got on his head. I'd lend you a bandage, only I've just burnt the last of mine… '

There was a moment's silence; even Cato stopped struggling. Then Macro pulled him to his feet and thrust him away from the tribune. 'Sorry to have disturbed you, sir. I'll see to it that the lad doesn't bother you again.'

'Think nothing of it,' Vitellius replied flatly.

'Let's be going,' Macro said sharply and pushed Cato away from the tent. 'That'll teach you to disrespect our officers!'

As they passed out of earshot, Macro leaned close to Cato and hissed, 'You were bloody lucky to get out of that alive. From now on you listen to me and obey me.'

'But the Emperor-'

'Shut up, you fool! Can't you see he was trying to make you hit him?