The Gladiator

'I saw them go for you. For a moment there I feared the worst.'

'Feared the worst?' Macro snorted with derision. For a moment he was tempted to make light of it, but instead he shook his head and puffed out his cheeks. 'Fuck, that was close.'

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Over the following days, Cato was charged with organising the ofeeding of the inhabitants of Gortyna, and those refugees camped in the ruins and outside the walls. Having gone through the inventory of the food supplies stockpiled on the acropolis, it was clear that the population could be fed for at least a month. Each morning wagons left the acropolis for distribution points across the city to hand out rations to the waiting queues. The wagons were escorted by sections of auxiliaries, who protected them and ensured that all waited their turn to be given their allotted share of the food.

At the same time, the stocks of food held privately by Glabius's friends were confiscated and the inedible grain and meat that they had been selling was burned in a pit outside the city. At first the merchants had protested, demanded compensation and threatened to present their claims to Rome. Cato coolly invited them to proceed with their threat, and added that he would be sending his own report on their corrupt appropriation of imperial funds, with the collusion of Glabius. The merchants quickly backed down, and some, more mindful than their companions of the harsh justice meted out by the emperor, even offered to repay the small fortunes they had made from the sale of overpriced and spoiled food supplies.

In addition to the food stocks of the merchants, Cato sent strong patrols on to the farmland that sprawled across the southern plain, searching for further supplies of food to add to those held on the acropolis. With the inventory fluctuating every day, he needed help in keeping track of the consumption and supply of food, and one evening, as Sempronius dined in his new headquarters on the acropolis, Julia volunteered to take on the task. It was the usual affair of the senator, his daughter, Cato and Macro, each one on a couch, in front of a low table. Sempronius and his daughter sat side by side with Macro to the senator's left and Cato to Julia's right. The meals were simple, as the senator felt duty bound to share the privations of the inhabitants of Gortyna to an extent. The handful of small dishes presented by those kitchen slaves that remained were as artfully presented as anything served at a great banquet, and were consumed with great gusto by Macro.

'Lovely!' He smiled, licking a smear of sauce from his lips as he set down a small bowl of shredded pork in honeyed garum. 'I could eat that all night.'

'And so could most of the people outside these walls,' Sempronius observed as he chewed slowly. 'But we have to lead by example, as any centurion of your experience should know '

'Well.' Macro sucked through his teeth. 'There's a time and place.'

'This is it, alas.' Sempronius swallowed and considered the situation for a moment. 'We need more food, and soon.'

'What about Egypt?' asked Cato. 'Surely they have more than enough grain to spare?'

Sempronius nodded. The crops that grew along the Nile were famous for their yield, and were the largest source of grain for the teeming multitudes of Rome who had come to depend on regular, free handouts paid for by the emperor. 'I know the legate there well.

Gaius Petronius. We served together on the Rhine. Petronius was one of the equestrian tribunes - a good man. I could ask him, but the chances of any emergency food aid from that quarter are slim. Rome has the first, and only, call on Egyptian grain. The truth of it is that we have to make do with what we have for the present. That means that you must keep a close eye on our level of supplies.'

'True. I could use some help with the books, sir. If you could spare some of your clerks.'

'I'm short-staffed as it is. But I'll see what I can do.'

Julia lowered her plate and shifted round on her couch. 'What about me, Father? I could help Cato.'

'You?' Sempronius raised his eyebrows.

'Why not? You have paid some of the finest teachers in Rome to educate me. I'm sure I could manage to book - keep easily enough.'

'I'm sure you could, but I didn't pay those fine teachers just so that you could do the work of a humble clerk.'

'I'm sure.' Julia smiled mischievously. 'But whatever happened to leading by example? Surely that applies to all of us in this crisis? It would show the locals that Romans, no matter how high born, share their burdens. A shrewd political move, if nothing else.'

Sempronius stared at her for a moment, and then shook his head ruefully. 'Gentlemen, if I have one word of advice for you, don't have children. Or at least, if you must, then never overindulge them, else they will be your masters by and by.'

'I'll drink to that!' Macro laughed, as he helped himself to a goblet of wine and drank half of it down in one gulp.