The Eagle In the Sand

'Yes, Miriam.' He nodded, cast a last glance at Cato and turned away. As the bare feet pattered off Cato smiled.

'I take it that's one of the Judaeans who still hates Rome.'

'He has his reasons,' Miriam replied, watching the boy from the doorway. 'His father was crucified by the Romans.'

Cato's smile faded. He felt awkward.'I'm sorry. It must be terrible for him.'

'He takes it too hard.' Miriam shook her head. 'He never knew his father. He wasn't born until after his death. Still, he feels a sense of loss, or lack, and he has filled the void with anger. For a long time his life centred round hatred of Rome and Romans. Until his mother abandoned him and he came to live with me.' She turned towards Cato and he saw the look of sadness in her eyes. 'I was all that he had left in the world. And he was all that I had left.' Cato did not understand and she smiled at his confused expression. 'Yusef is my grand-son.'

'Oh, I see.' Then Cato felt the sudden chill of realisation as his eyes met Miriam's.

'His father was my son. My son was executed by Rome.' Miriam nodded sadly, then slowly turned away. She left the room and gently closed the door behind her.

For what seemed like a long time Cato lay still in the dark room. When he tried to move the pain in his head returned with a vengeance and pounded away so that he felt sick. With what Miriam had told him he knew he must get away from this house, these people, before they turned on him. Despite Miriam's claims about the forbearance of the villagers, Cato knew human nature well enough to know that old wounds never heal. As long as he stayed in Miriam's house, he was in mortal danger. But he could not move without being racked with agony. As he lay still, straining his ears to pick up the sounds of the people in the house and the village beyond, he cursed Symeon for leaving him here. Leaving him alone. If he was just concealing the horses, then why in Hades had he not returned long ago? Cato had no idea how long he had been lying there in the dark. He knew that it was light outside, but was it the day of the ambush? Or the next day? How long had he been unconscious? He should have asked Miriam whilst she was there. As his anxiety swelled he rolled his head to the side and glanced round the room.

A short distance away, bundled against the wall, lay his armour, his harness, his boots and his sword belt. He gritted his teeth and shifted himself over, reaching out with his fingers. They groped for the sword belt, grasped it; tugged until the pommel came free of the scale armour. His fingers closed round the hilt, and as quietly as he could he drew the sword. It rasped faintly in the scabbard and he winced. Then the blade was free and he lifted the weapon across his body and wedged it between the bedroll and the wall, out of sight, but to hand if he needed it. The effort had made his arm muscles tremble and Cato had just enough energy to reach over and push the empty scabbard back under his mail vest before he collapsed back on to the bolster, fighting the waves of pain that pounded against the inside of his skull. He shut his eyes, breathing deeply, and slowly the pain subsided, his body relaxed and he fell asleep.

When he woke again the door was open and from the wan glow of the light shining through the opening he could tell that it must be late in the afternoon. He heard voices outside the room. Miriam and Symeon. They spoke in Greek, in low familiar tones, and Cato strained his ears to catch their words.

'Why did you not come back to us?' Miriam was asking. 'We needed you.You're a good man.'

'But not good enough, it seemed. Not for you at least.'

'Symeon, I'm sorry. I loved you – I still do, but… I couldn't, and still can't, love you as you want to be loved. I must be strong for these people. They look to me for guidance. They look to me for love. If I took you as my man I would betray them. I will not do it.'

'Fine!' Symeon snorted. 'Then you will die alone, if that's what you want.'

'Perhaps… If that is my fate.'

'But you don't have to.You could have me.'

'No,' she said bitterly. 'You think of nobody but yourself.You renounced the rest of us, because we refused to follow your path.You and Ba

'What do you think you can achieve? You are taking on an empire, Miriam. Armed with what – faith? I know who I'd place my money on.'

'Now you sound just like Ba

Symeon took a sharp breath, then continued in a cold rage. 'You dare to compare me to him…'

Before Miriam could reply there was a shout from the street and footsteps pattered into the house.

'Miriam!'Yusef was excited. 'Horsemen are coming.'

'Whose?' Symeon asked.

'I – I don't know. But they're riding fast. They'll be here any minute.'

'Damn! Miriam, we must hide.'

'I'm not hiding. Not any more.'

'Not you! Me and the Roman.'

'Oh! All right. Quickly, come this way.' She hurried into the room and pointed to Cato. 'Get him up.'

Symeon squeezed past her, and thrusting his arms under Cato's shoulders he hauled him up and supported him on his feet. Miriam rolled the end of the mattress back to reveal a small wooden hatch. She lifted it by a metal ring and slid it to one side.

'In there! Both of you, quickly.'

Symeon dragged Cato over to the opening and dropped him down. Cato fell four or five feet beneath the floor and landed heavily. He had just enough strength to roll to one side as Symeon lowered his feet and followed him in. A moment later Symeon cursed as Cato's kit dropped on his head. Then Miriam replaced the hatch and rolled the bedding back. A thin slit over by the front of the house let in a shaft of light and the two men crawled cautiously towards it. The space was narrow and as Cato's eyes adjusted to the gloom he saw that it stretched from the front to the rear of the house. It was empty, apart from a small, plain casket towards the back. They heard the sound of horses approaching and shuffled the last few feet to the slit. It was no wider than a finger and sparse tufts of grass grew in front of it, and since it was just below the level of the floorboards Cato had to tilt his head to one side to see out of the slit.

He was staring up the street towards the track that led to the junction. A party of horsemen was riding into the village, and Cato's heart sank as he recognised Ba

'What do you want?' Miriam stepped out into the street. 'You're not welcome here.'

Ba

'You can't leave them here. The Romans patrol the land round Heshaba. If they find them we'll be punished.'

'Don't worry, Miriam. I just want their wounds cleaned and bound and we'll be on our way.They'll never know we were here.'

'No.You have to leave. Now!'

As Cato and Symeon watched through the slit, they saw the brigand chief draw his sword and raise it towards her. Miriam did not flinch and just stared back defiantly. For a moment there was a silent confrontation, then Ba

'This is what makes things possible, Miriam. Not prayers and teaching.'

'Really?' She cocked her head to one side. 'And what have you achieved? Did you win the little fight that caused these men to be injured? No? I didn't think so.'

Symeon whispered, 'Careful, Miriam.'

'The situation is changing, Miriam.' Ba