Carcasus leaned back from the table, his arms waving overhead as if he was gripping a spear. “So here I am, falling off my horse, some slimy skinned Egyptian clawing at my back, and I still can’t get the other dead bugger off my spear.” He laughed, the rest of the commanders joining him in his chuckle. “Well, I fall on the cudger-bucket that’s pulling me down, crushing him; and the dead guy flips over my horse, falling on me! Ha, ha, ha. Poor turd couldn’t crawl after the flattening he received.” Righting his chair, me mimed an elbow strike at the captain to his right. “Just to make sure I didn’t wind up with a pig sticker in my kidney pie, I busted him twice in the ribs and left him for dead.” Hoisting his flagon high, he toasted, “To the Egyptian soldiers and all their people; thank Zeus we’re kicking their ass.”
“ZEUS!”
The barracks and command center of Intombe was still in a serious state of disarray, but a operational staff from the Son Tsuvius Military Academy had recently arrived and began to set the governing forces and militia bodies in place. The commanders and leaders of the Roman forces were gathered for their afternoon meal and meeting.
Before the blustering Carcasus could launch into another story of his bravery and prowess, the clattering sound of a fast moving horse sounded from outside. A few heartbeats later, a winded and dusty rider entered the room. Saluting with a quick fist over the heart, he asked, “Iuldias? Message for General Iuldias. From Rome.”
Lifting his finger, the General motioned the rider over. “Here, soldier.” Taking the proffered satchel, he added, “Thank you soldier. It’s hot, more so in these climes than home. Rest your horse and yourself. Excused.”
Saluting again, “Sir, thank you, General.” Bowing to the rest of the assembled staff, the messenger left quickly to tend to his steed and hit the mess hall.
“What news from Rome, General?”
Unstrapping the ties, Iuldias laid out the 3 bundles within across the table. Taking the first, he read quickly, “From some magister named Archimedes. Routed here from Veii. Hmm. There’s some book or body of work the Egyptians should have in their person. It’s Roman in origin, Latin in text. Details some sort of arms and armament from a Leonardo Vincius. Stolen plans and tech that could improve our weapons and war machines.”
The gathered soldiers murmured amongst themselves, some nodding, other shaking their heads. “Nujian, go get that surly Egyptian lord in here.” The assigned Centurion rose from the table and left. “We’ll see if he knows anything about this.” Taking the second bundle, he read, “To our most glorious and noble…blah, blah, blah. Yeah…Uhm hmm. Ioral, magister to Lord Caesar, encloses to you modification plans and revised range charts and diagrams for the trebuchets…blah, blah, blah. Extensive testing…alterations have proven to be an improvement…What the?”
“What, General?”
Iuldias flipped to the 2nd page and then back to the first. “Esberon, did you send some reporting back to Rome during the Intombe and Bapedi sieges?”
The nervous Magister nodded. “Yes, General. Why?”
“Well, according to this, they’ve worked out a solution to your problem that not only reduced your needed manpower for each trebuchet, but pinpoints accuracy to within 20 feet of target, increases firing rate, and boosts range by half again!”
The table burst into excitement. “No, really?” “It can’t be true.” “Let me see that.” “Zeus’ Boils! We’ve got those Egyptians by the short and curlies this time.” “Can we actually do this?” “Was this tested?” “My god! It’s so simple!” “Carpenters. General Iuldias, I need 3 dozen more carpenters, right away!”
Esberon, the 7 other magisters from the other siege engine crews, and a dozen assorted Centurions and engineer minded commanders got up from the tables, frantically passing the precious notes from Rome back and forth. “Esberon!” Iuldias called. “How soon till we can see this in action?”
“4 days, General. Give me 4 days. Vulcan save us! This is fantastic!” The men left, already crying out to their respective units and companies to gather together and bring their tools.
“This is good news, General.” Trajan said. “Damn good news.”
Iuldias smiled. “If all goes well, I want the army ready to march in 2 weeks. We’re going to try these improvements on Giza’s walls before the harvest gets underway.”
“HUZZAH!”
Iuldias was reaching for the last bundle when Centurion Nujian returned, gripping an older, bronze skinned Egyptian tightly by the elbow. “Vizier Ankhamun, as requested, General.”
“Good man, Centurion.” Motioning to an empty chair, “Sit, Vizier. Wine?”
Stiffly, Ankhamun sat. “No wine, General.”
“Something to eat then?”
The Egyptian faintly smiled. “No. I would like my freedom though, if you are in the mood to offer me things.”
The Romans about the table laughed. “Funny, Vizier. Very Funny.” Wiping tears from his eyes, the General continued. “Seriously though, I find myself in need of your council. Seems there is a book or something like it, that was wrongfully taken from a Roman citizen while we was studying in your country. A text on weaponry. Ever heard of it?”
The Vizier smiled. “Nothing. Never heard of this.”
Iuldias frowned. “Really? Seems like a big thing to not hear of. Don’t you have royal ties to Ptolemy? You would think he might have mentioned such a thing.”
“Yes I am Ptolemy’s 2nd nephew, but I do not know of this work you speak of.”
“There you have it,” Iuldias beamed, smiling at his men. “He’s never heard of it. Well, then,” he slapped his thighs and stood, “sorry to have wasted your time. Nujian, please escort Vizier Ankhamun back to his cell.”
Grabbing the Egyptian’s elbow again and bidding him to rise, the Centurion replied, “Yes, General Iuldias.”
“And on the way, have him beaten to within an inch of his life. I want his back striped and bleeding.”
“General!” Ankhaumn shook. “Please no, I beg of you!”
“Hold, Nujian.” The Centurion stopped. “Then tell me something that might make me change my mind.”
“I don’t know anything!!”
“Fine. Carry on, Centurion.” Nujian lifted the now sobbing Egyptian to his feet, holding both of his hands firmly behind his back, his elbows bent at a painful angle.
“General, please! Please! Mercy!!!”
Iuldias held up his hand, signaling the Centurion to stop. “Mercy? Like the mercy you showed the people of Bapedi when you had the rebels buried alive? Like the mercy you showed the Zulu nobility of Intombe by throwing their children into the crocodile pits? Like the mercy you showed the former army here, by gouging their eyes out and sending them to wander the cliffs naked in the winter?” He backhanded the groveling Egyptian. “Don’t speak to me of mercy. You live because you are worth money to me alive as opposed to dead. The moment the ransom for your saggy carcass falls through, I’ve got a nice cross picked out for you to decorate my garden so I can hear your whimpering screams until you die.” Spitting, he asked, “For the last time, do you know of this body of work I’m talking about?!?!”
Trying to hold back his tears, the frightened Egyptian bobbed his head up and down wildly. “I do. I do. We all do. It’s a wondrous bit of work, filled with the best of ideas and fanciful plans and designs. The sages in Alexandria are studying it day and night. They’re building a workshop around the smelting principles as well as the drawings for better arms. They’ve had the information only a few seasons, but the excitement is high.” He lost control of his emotions, dissolving into blubbering tears at the Roman’s feet. “That’s all I know. P-p-please don’t hurt-t-t me!”
Iuldias kicked the hysterical Vizier off his legs. “Nujian, take this retch from my sight, and give him 2 lashes. One for wasting my time when I first asked him for an answer, and a second to give him something to cry about.”
Saluting, the Centurion bodily lifted the wailing Egyptian off the ground, and dragged him from the room. “Calapis, I want this information sent to Rome and to that magister in Veii as soon as possible.” He reached for the 3rd bundle, unwrapping its cover.
“Ay, ay, General.”
Reading the cover page, Iuldias’ expression went from disgust to anger. As he continued to read, he grew more heated, bouncing slightly in his seat, his face flushing. Finally, when he could read no more, he flung the bundle across the table into Trajan’s lap. “Mars bedamned fool!” he swore.
Trajan took the pages and began to read, “What, General? What news from…No…No! They can’t do this!”
The other commanders about the room became yammering for an explanation. Iuldias punched the table, seething in anger. “It seems,” he growled from clenched teeth, “that the Zulu’s have decided for peace with the Egyptians.” Quieting the angry outbursts, he continued. “PLUS! Plus…they have abandoned the return of Intombe and Bapedi. They have ceded the cities and rights to them to our control. And from the tone of the report from Lord Caesar himself, he’s seriously contemplating a meeting with Cleopatra to sue for peace as well.”
The tumult about the room grew loud. Not a man present was anything other than furious. Finally, Trajan asked what everyone was questioning, “General, what are we going to do?”
Grabbing the letter again, Iuldias skimmed over its pages, his eyes flashing as he devoured the document. When finished, he read it again, and then a third time. Putting it down, he smiled broadly. “It means we have a short time to launch an attack on Giza.”
“What!” “That’s treason!” “Yeah, let’s destroy those scum!” “We can’t! Caesar forbids it!”
“Ah-ah-aaah!” Iuldias waggled his finger, showing more teeth. “Not once in the letter does Caesar say we are to stop our attacks and advancement against the Egyptians.”
“But that’s what he means.”
The General waved the papers violently, their crinkling sound loud in the chamber. “But he does NOT say it! I don’t read entrails, I don’t KNOW that’s what he means. Trajan?” he asked. “What say you?”
The younger General reread the letter as well and nodded. “Don’t see anywhere that we shouldn’t smash the Egyptian capital to rubble.” Grinning as well, he stood up. “In fact, with the plans for the improved trebuchets and the fact that the yellow bastards stole OUR military plans, I think that Lord Caesar wants us to continue our aggression against those thieving low lives.”
“YEAH!”
Iuldias clapped his hands. “It’s settled then. Captains, Centurions, I want this army ready to march in 2 weeks. Send messenger to the 3rd Lugdumun and 4th Syracuse to abandon the Theban Highway and get their asses here. I want them keeping order and replacing our units the day we abandon this city.” Gathering the letters from Caesar, Iuldias rewrapped them tightly. “I want not a word of this amongst the common soldiery. Speak not of it, ever. If they do ask, tell them as Trajan had said it, Caesar practically wants us to crush the Undying Queen and her treacherous people. Do you get me?!”
“Sir, yes sir!”
“Then move it men. We’re going back to war! To Giza!”
“GIZA!!!”