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Septimus’s face as he rounded the final street to the docks, the air laden with smoke and the distinctive sounds of a naval battle. He took in the entire vista of the harbour with one sweep, his heart sinking at the sight. The docks were crammed with soldiers, their ranks still meshed together, but Septimus could now discern a semblance of order amongst the troops, the solid defensive line he had passed through bore witness to the discipline that had been reasserted upon the Ninth. At the centre of the throng Septimus spotted the banner of the legate, the rallying point for the legion’s commanders, and he made his way towards the confluence of officers. He spotted Marcus as he approached, the grizzled centurion barking orders to an optio who ran off with a brief salute.
    ‘Marcus!’ Septimus shouted, his call causing the older man to spin around.
    ‘Septimus you young pup, where have you been shirking?’ he asked, his face betraying his relief.
    Septimus smiled and punched the centurion’s breastplate. ‘We were held up by a wall of Carthaginians!’ he replied.
    Marcus nodded but his face turned grave. ‘We’re trapped, Septimus, completely cut off.’
    Septimus nodded. He had realised as much. ‘What’s the plan?’ he asked.
    ‘Megellus wants to evacuate the hastati by sea and then he’s going to lead a break-out east towards Brolium with the remaining troops.’
    Septimus nodded, his mind recalling the briefing of two days before. The coast to the east was defined by a small range of mountains, no place for cavalry. He turned his head, his eyes drawn to the naval battle out in the harbour. It was chaotic, a tangle of interlocked galleys, many of them ablaze. As Septimus’s gaze swept the inner harbour his heart lifted at the sight of the Aquila , the trireme running parallel to the shore, pulling away from a burning Carthaginian galley. Her aft-deck was crowded and Septimus could not pick out Atticus but he could clearly see Lucius, his familiar stature standing at the side rail to receive the message being relayed to every passing galley from the Legate of the Ninth.
    Atticus’s gaze swept over the sea of red crowding the docks of Thermae. The Ninth was completely trapped by the unseen Punic forces but even Atticus, unschooled in legionary tactics, knew that the legion’s strength lay in open territory and not in the rat’s maze of a coastal town. Lucius approached him from the side-rail.
    ‘Message from the legate to the fleet,’ he began. ‘He requests that we evacuate the hastati by sea.’
    Atticus nodded before scanning the entire harbour, hismind calculating the number of men to be evacuated versus the remaining Roman galleys still capable of answering the call.
    ‘Heave to!’ Atticus ordered Gaius, ‘Lucius, signal every galley in sight to clear their decks and begin the evacuation.’
    ‘No!’
    Every head on the aft-deck spun around to the aft-rail. Varro was standing there alone, his face twisted into a murderous glare.
    ‘We will withdraw…before it’s too late!’ he said, stumbling slightly as he walked towards Atticus.
    ‘But, Tribune…’ one of the senators began, stepping into Varro’s path, the young man pushing the senator aside.
    ‘No! We are beaten. We cannot risk being attacked again, being…’ Varro’s voice trailed off, his expression revealing the fear in his heart, his eyes darting to the solid wall of Carthaginian galleys spread across the harbour.
    Atticus turned his back on the tribune, knowing every passing minute was vital.
    ‘Come about three points to starboard. Prepare to dock!’ he shouted.
    ‘No!’ Varro roared, ‘I forbid it. We must escape while we can!’
    ‘Tribune,’ a senator said, his hand gripping Varro’s elbow, ‘we must help the Ninth.’
    ‘No,’ Varro repeated, shrugging the senator’s grip aside, pushing his way forward again until he stood behind Gaius and Atticus.
    ‘Steady, Gaius,’ Atticus said, ignoring Varro,