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then his family had only recently been admitted from the equestrian tier of society, and his grandfather had been a centurion in the service of Pompey the Great. Vespasian was not so far removed from the background of the men he commanded. It was a feature that made his men warm to him to the extent that the Second Legion had fought well under his command and had won more than its share of the battle honours in this campaign.
    ‘At ease, gentlemen. Please be seated.’
    Vespasian waited until the tent was silent again. When all were still and the only sounds came from the camp beyond the leather walls of the tent, he positioned himself to one side of the map and cleared his throat.
    ‘Gentlemen, we are within a day of concluding this campaign. The army of Caratacus is marching into a trap that will lead to its utter annihilation. With his army destroyed and Caratacus in the bag, the fight will be completely knocked out of those tribes still resisting us.’
    ‘That’ll be the day,’ Macro whispered. ‘How many times have I heard that one?’
    ‘Shhh.’ Cato nudged him.
    The legate had seized the attention of his audience and raised a cane towards the suspended map.’This is where we are camped, a short distance from the Tamesis. Our Atrebatan scouts tell us the area is called the three fords - for obvious reasons.’ The legate raised his cane and indicated the land north of the fords.’Caratacus is retreating in front of General Plautius’ army and should have arrived at this point here, just above the fords. So far he has simply given ground every time the general and the other three legions advance on him. As far as Caratacus knows, we expect him to carry out the same manoeuvre again. Which is why he’s planning to do something completely different this time. Instead of retreating, Caratacus will take his forces across these three fords and swing round behind us. That way he’ll threaten our supply lines, and cut the legions off from the depot at Londinium. Even if he’s successful it won’t bring him victory, but it will cost us a few months to retrieve the situation.
    ‘However, as the more observant of you will already have realised from the map, he’s taking a big risk. The three fords are set in a wide loop of the Tamesis. If the fords are denied him and the general’s force covers the open face of the loop he will be trapped with his back to the river. There will be no way out for him. He’ll have to surrender or fight.
    ‘At dawn tomorrow the Second Legion will advance to cover these three fords. We’ll sow the riverbed with caltrops and wooden stakes and set up defence lines on our side of the fords. The main line of his advance will be towards these two crossings, here and here. They’re quite broad and will need to be defended in strength. Accordingly, the First, Second, Fourth and Fifth Cohorts will be under my command at the downriver ford. The Sixth, Seventh, Eighth, Ninth and Tenth Cohorts, under the command of Camp Prefect Sextus, will defend the next ford upriver.’
    Vespasian shifted along in front of the map and tapped it with his cane.’The last ford is not likely to be used by Caratacus. It’s too narrow and the current is quite swift at that point. Even so, he may try to push some of his lighter units across the river and we must prevent that. That’s the job of the Third Cohort. Think your lads can handle it, Maximius?’
    Heads turned towards the other end of the row Cato was sitting on, and the thin-faced centurion with a long nose, commanding Cato and Macro’s cohort, pursed his lips and nodded.
    ‘You can rely on the Third, sir. We won’t let you down.’
    ‘I’m counting on that,’ Vespasian smiled. ‘That’s why you were picked for the job. It’s nothing a former officer of the Praetorian Guard can’t handle. Remember, not one of them must be permitted to cross the river. We must annihilate them utterly if we are to bring this campaign to a swift end . . .Now