fetch some wood to build up the fire.’
Marcus was thankful for the excuse and left quickly, taking great gulps of sweet air as he stood outside. It was almost dark – gods, how long had they been in there? He noticed a couple of large hounds tied to a wall around the side, asleep. He shuddered and gathered heavy chunks of wood from the pile near them. They woke at his approach and growled softly, but didn’t get up. Without looking at them, he went back inside, dumping two billets onto the flames.
‘Bring me the iron as soon as the tip is red,’ Primus muttered, pressing the wad of cloth hard against the stump.
Marcus avoided looking at the detached arm. It seemed wrong, away from a body, and his stomach heaved in a series of quick spasms before he had the sense to gaze back at the flames.
Once more the bar had to be reheated before Primus was finally satisfied. Marcus knew he would never be able to forget the fsss sound of the burning and repressed a shudder as he helped bind the stump in clean cloth bandages. Together, they lifted Renius onto a pallet bed in another room and Marcus sat on the edge, wiping the sweat out of his eyes and thankful it was over.
‘What happens to … that?’ He gestured towards the arm that was still tied to the chair.
Primus shrugged. ‘Doesn’t seem right to give the whole thing to my dogs. I’ll probably bury it somewhere in the woods. It would only rot and smell if I didn’t, but a lot of men ask for them. There are so many memories wrapped up in a hand. I mean, those fingers have held women and patted children. It is a lot to lose; but my brother is strong. I hope strong enough even for this.’
‘Our ship leaves in four days, on the best tide,’ Marcus said, weakly.
Primus scratched his chin. ‘He can sit a horse. He will be weak for a few days, but he’s as strong as a bull. The problems will be with balance. He will have to retrain, almost from scratch. How long is the sea trip?’
‘A month, with good winds,’ Marcus replied.
‘Use the time. Practise with him every day. Of all men, my brother will not enjoy being less than capable.’
Marius paused at the inner doors of the Senate chamber.
‘You are not allowed to enter until you are officially accepted as a citizen, and then only as my guest for the day. I will propose you and make a short speech on your behalf. It is a formality. Wait until I return and show you where you may sit.’
Gaius nodded calmly and stood back as Marius rapped on the doors and walked through them as they opened. He was left alone in the outer chamber and paced up and down it for a while.
After twenty minutes, he began to fret at the delay and wandered over to the open outer doors, looking down onto the massed soldiers in the forum. They were an impressive sight, standing rigidly to attention despite the heat of the day. From the height of the Senate doors and with the open plaza ahead of him, Gaius had a good view of the bustling city beyond. He was lost in his inspection of this when he heard the creak of hinges from the inner doors and Marius stepped out.
‘Welcome to the nobilitas, Gaius. You are a citizen of Rome and your father would be proud. Sit next to me and listen to the matters of the day. You will find them interesting, I suspect.’
Gaius followed and met the eyes of the senators as they watched him enter. One or two nodded to him and he wondered if they had known his father, memorising faces in case he had a chance to speak to them later on. He glanced around the hall, trying not to stare. The world listened to what these few had to say.
The arrangement was very like the circus in miniature, he thought, as he took the seat Marius indicated. Five stepped tiers of seating curled around a central space where one speaker at a time could address the others. Gaius remembered from his tutors that the rostrum was made from the prow of a Carthaginian warship and was fascinated to imagine its history.
The seats were built into the curving rows, with dark wooden arms protruding where they were not obscured by seated men. Everyone wore white togas and sandals and the effect was of a working room, a place that crackled with energy. Most of the men had white hair, but a few were young and physically commanding. Several of the senators were standing and he guessed this was to show they wanted to raise a point or add to the debate at hand. Sulla himself stood at the centre of it all, talking about taxation and corn. He smiled at Gaius when he saw the young man looking over at him and Gaius felt the power of it. Here was another like Marius, he judged on the instant, but was there room in Rome for two of that kind? Sulla looked as he had when Gaius had seen him at the games. He was dressed in a simple white toga, belted with a band of red. His hair was oiled and gleamed in dark-gold curls. He glowed with health and vitality and seemed completely relaxed. As Gaius took his seat next to his uncle, Sulla coughed into his hand, delicately.
‘I think, given the more serious business of the day, that this taxation debate can be postponed until next week. Are there any objections?’ Those who were standing sat down, looking unperturbed. Sulla smiled again, revealing even, white teeth.
‘I welcome the new citizen and offer the hope of the Senate that he will serve the city as well as his father did.’ There was a murmur of approval and Gaius dipped his head slightly in acknowledgement.
‘However, our formal welcome must also be put aside for the moment. I have received grave news of a threat to the city this very morning.’ He paused and waited patiently for the senators to stop talking. ‘To the east, a Greek general, Mithridates, has overrun a garrison of ours in Asia Minor. He may have as many as eight thousand men in rebellion. They have apparently become aware of the overstretched state of our current fighting forces and are gambling on our being too weak to regain the territory. However, if we do not act to repel him, we risk his army growing in strength and threatening the security of our Greek possessions.’
Several senators rose to their feet and shouted arguments began on the benches. Sulla held his hands up for quiet.
‘A decision must be made here. The legions already in Greece are committed to controlling the unstable borders. They do not have the men to break this new threat. We cannot leave the city defenceless, especially after the most recent riots, but it is of equal importance that we send a legion to meet the man in the field. Greece is watching to see how we will respond – it must be with speed and fury.’
Heads nodded in violent agreement. Rome had not been built on caution and compromise. Gaius looked at Marius in sudden thought. The general sat with his hands clenched in front of him and his face was tight and cold.
‘Marius and I command a legion each. We are months closer than any other from the north. The decision I put to the vote is which of the two should take ship to meet the enemy army.’
He flashed a look at Marius and, for the first time, Gaius could see the bright malice in his eyes. Marius rose to his feet and the chamber hushed. Those standing sat to allow the first response to the other consul. Marius put his hands behind his back and Gaius could see the whiteness of his knuckles.
‘I find no fault with Sulla’s proposed course of action. The situation is clear: our forces must be split to defend Rome and our foreign dominions. I must ask him whether he will volunteer to be the one
