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arrived that Primus had come out in support of him with his Pannonian legions. Vespasian is aware of, um … certain character defects in his most enthusiastic champion.’
    ‘You mean he’s a fraud, a liar and a thief?’
    The other man smiled. ‘I was thinking more of the fact that he is reckless. The message I brought is that my father wishes him to delay here and conserve his forces until Licinius Mucianus arrives with his Syrian legions. You remember Mucianus from Antioch?’
    A narrow, ill-tempered face swam into Valerius’s head. Sculpted patrician features with dark unforgiving eyes. Valerius had been sent to Syria to spy on Nero’s eastern commander, Gnaeus Domitius Corbulo, only to discover that his real mission was to provide cover for the man sent to assassinate Corbulo. When Mucianus had taken command after his fellow general’s death Valerius had become a hunted man. ‘I don’t forget people who want me dead.’
    ‘One among many, it appears.’ Titus raised a cultured eyebrow. ‘But I believe he is no longer a threat to you. In Antioch he was Nero’s man, and once you had outlived your usefulness he would naturally have had you killed.’ His tone was utterly detached, as if he was discussing the price of grain, and Valerius was reminded that Titus was now a prince of Rome, and, if Vespasian won the throne, heir to the Empire. ‘His loyalty now lies with my father, and my father has made it known he owes a debt of gratitude to Gaius Valerius Verrens.’ He smiled. ‘What is done is done; we have new battles to fight.’
    ‘But I’m still under sentence of death,’ Valerius pointed out. ‘I won’t be of much use to your father dead.’
    ‘Suspended sentence,’ Titus agreed. ‘But Vespasian will never confirm it. In any case,’ he added cheerfully, ‘by the time he gets the opportunity you may actually
be
dead.’ He paused and took another sip of wine. ‘Soon I must return to Judaea, where my father has work for me. He will want all the information I can provide on Aulus Vitellius and his forces. Your Spaniard said you were at Bedriacum and Placentia, but he is as mean with words as he is free with his sword.’
    Valerius nodded to Serpentius and the Spaniard slipped soundlessly out of the tent. When they were alone Valerius took the seat Aquila had vacated and told the younger man about his attempt to persuade Vitellius to give up his claim to the throne. He and Serpentius had been forced to flee to Placentia, where they’d manned the city walls against the might of two legions, then escaped to join Otho’s army in time for the horrors of Bedriacum. ‘We hurt them at Bedriacum, but we were defeated because of bad generalship and Otho’s insistence that the army take the offensive over ground that was more suitable for defence than attack. If he’d waited until the Seventh and the Fourteenth joined us it would have been different.’
    Titus nodded, noting the grey pallor and new lines around his friend’s eyes that had nothing to do with his months in captivity. He had seen it before in the East, in the aftermath of military defeat. Gaius Valerius Verrens looked like a man worn out by war, or worn out by life. The melancholy thought made him frown. ‘And now Vitellius sits in Rome and my father must force him out or …’ He shrugged. They both knew that if Vespasian failed the most likely outcome was death for the entire family. ‘He will make a fine Emperor, Valerius. He will be fair and just and wise. A new Augustus.’
    Valerius remembered another man who had spoken of becoming the new Augustus.
Our ambitions are the same, Valerius. A strong Rome, a prosperous Rome, a Rome untainted by the stain of corruption.
‘Vitellius may wear the purple, but the real power lies with his generals,’ he said carefully. Titus’s head came up and his eyes glittered with new interest. ‘If you can split him from them, I suspect his enthusiasm for his new position would be fatally