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Macro swung towards the nearest marine optio and beckoned to him. 'I want some bows brought up for your men. Get a fire lit, and use fire arrows on any pirate ship that comes in range.'
The optio saluted, lowered his shield and ran off to carry out Macro's orders. The centurion was already giving orders to another group of marines to launch volleys of javelins at the small boats packed with pirates that were making for the ships that had not yet been engaged. Neither action would cause much damage. The fire arrows would be extinguished easily enough and the javelins might cause a few casualties, but it would at least distract the enemy and win Macro and his men a little more time.
The liburnian glided alongside the bireme and once again the marines hurried into action, with a rousing yell that caused the pirates to recoil for a precious instant before battle was joined. But already, Macro noticed, there were noticeably fewer of them and those still able to fight looked weary from their exertions. While the outnumbered pirates were swept from the bireme's deck, Macro called for his armour and the medic helped him into his scaled vest and attached the harness over the top. Macro jammed his skullcap on his head and pulled on and fastened his helmet, feeling more content at once with the familiar weight of his equipment.
'Don't put too much strain on that injury, sir,' the medic advised. 'You'll need to rest it, or the bleeding will start again.'
'I'll take a few days off sick then, shall I?' Macro looked at the man irritably, before he turned to the nearest boarding line and climbed stiffly on to the enemy deck. It was immediately apparent that the fight for this ship had been hard and bloody. Bodies were strewn across the deck, and many of them were marines, Macro noted anxiously. But at least the ship was in Roman hands. Macro sought out the commander of the other Roman ship and saw Centurion Minucius wiping his blade on the tunic of a dead pirate. Minucius had been chosen for the mission since he was an old hand; tough and reliable. Macro had been content for him to come, despite their personal differences.
'Minucius! Over here.'
The centurion hurried towards Macro and gestured at the carnage littering the deck.'Looks like they've finally got the stomach for a decent fight.'
Macro nodded. The initial shock of the attack had worn off and the pirates were quickly recovering. Now they had a clear idea of the size of Macro's assault force, it would not be long before they moved on to the attack. Already, one of the pirate ships that had escaped the attention of the raiders had slipped its anchor cable and was back-watering the oars on her starboard side to swing the bows round to face the confused melee of warships at the other end of the anchorage. Soon it would be joined by several others whose decks were already swarming with men.
Minucius followed the direction of Macro's gaze, then glanced round at the headland. But the sea was calm and clear and there was no sign of the rest of the fleet.
'Don't get your hopes up,' Macro said quietly.'They won't be here for at least another hour.'
'I know.' Minucius gave him a thin smile. 'The question is, will we still be here in an hour?'
06 The Eagles Prophecy
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
'How's our side doing?' asked Secundus, breathing heavily.
They had started their descent of the mountain as soon as the five ships had begun their attack on the pirate fleet. The surprise at the turn of events lasted only a brief moment before Cato realised what was happening. The centurion and the imperial agent now scrambled down the steep track as fast as they could. The loose gravel and stones made the going difficult and dangerous, and they had to proceed at a pace that was making Cato boil with impatience and anxiety as he helped the older man. Every mile they had to stop for a brief rest. Each time Cato looked across the bay to watch the battle unfolding in the distance. No sound carried to them as the tiny figures struggled to and fro aboard the ships, like ants scurrying across children's toys.
'Cato, how are we doing?' Secundus asked again.
Cato was leaning against a rock, both hands shading his eyes as he stared towards the bay. 'It's hard to make it out from here. There's several ships on fire. One seems to have cut its cable and is drifting towards the cliffs. Some ships are alongside each other, and I can see some fighting. But I can't tell who has the upper hand. I can't even tell which side is ours any more.'
Secundus shook his head. 'What the hell is your prefect playing at, sending in five ships against the pirates? That's a suicide mission.'
'I don't think so,' Cato countered. 'That's not Vespasian's style. This has to be some kind of opening move.'
'Opening move?' Secundus looked at Cato with raised eyebrows, then gave a bitter laugh. 'I don't think those men are going to be around long enough for your prefect's wi
Cato shrugged.'Just trust the man. He hasn't let us down yet. Let's move.'
'There's always a first time,' Secundus grumbled as he struggled back to his feet. They started down the path again. At this rate, Cato calculated quickly, they would not make it down to the shore until sunset. Once night fell they would have to stop, since he dare not risk continuing along the treacherous path in the darkness. By then the battle might have been decided. If it went badly for the Roman fleet then there would be no point in continuing in that direction, and the only route to safety would be back up the path.
'Cato? What happens when we reach the foot of the mountain?'
'Assuming our fleet's won the day, we take your boat and row across to join them.'
'And if they lose?'
'They won't. Now save your breath, and keep going.' They continued down the path in silence, save for the heavy breathing of Secundus and the faint squawking cries of gulls below them. They passed some stunted trees and a short distance ahead of them the track led into the shadows of a dense forest of pine trees. Cato stopped.
'You know this path well?'
'Too well,' Secundus grimaced.'I've been up and down it more times than I care to remember these last two months.'
'How far do the trees go down?'
'All the way to the shoreline.'
'No breaks? Nowhere we can keep an eye on what's happening across the bay?'
Secundus thought for a moment and then shook his head.
'Shit…' Cato bit his lip. The last thing he wanted was to climb all the way to the bottom of the mountain in complete ignorance of how the battle was proceeding. But there was no helping it. That was the lie of the land and they would have to start descending through the trees in the hope that the pirates were being defeated. But as Cato sca
'What's that?' Secundus asked, and raised his finger to point out to sea. 'A warship?'
Cato glanced round to where the mass of the mountain tumbled steeply into the sea below. The sleek prow of a trireme was rowing into sight. Almost at once other vessels began to emerge on either side. All of them had sails raised to assist the rowers, and as Cato and Secundus watched the Rave
Cato turned to the imperial agent with a smile. 'There. I told you Vespasian had something pla
'True,' Secundus smiled contritely. 'But, if you ask me, I think he's cut things just a little too fine.'