Chapter 3

‘Centurion Paulus,’ he said, ‘you will now apologize for conduct unbecoming an officer.’

Paulus shifted his weight and drew a long breath; half-turned to face the tightening ring of spectators; then straightened defiantly, folded his arms, and sneered.

Marcellus deliberately drew his dagger from his belt, and stepped forward. Paulus did not move.

‘You had better defend yourself, Centurion,’ warned Marcellus. ‘You have a dagger, have you not? I advise you to draw it!’ He advanced another step. ‘Because—if you do not obey my order—I intend to kill you!’

It was not easy for Paulus, but he managed to do it adequately. Demetrius remarked afterwards that it was plain to be seen that Centurion Paulus was not an accomplished orator, which Marcellus thought was a very droll comment.

After Paulus had stammered through his glum impromptu speech, Marcellus responded, ‘Your apology is accepted, Centurion. Now perhaps there is something else that you might think it timely to say to your fellow officers. I have not yet been officially presented to them. As the retiring Commander, it is, I feel, your right to extend this courtesy.’

Paulus fully found his voice this time, and his announcement was made in a firm tone.

‘I am introducing Tribune Marcellus Gallio, the Legate of this legion, and Commander of this fort.’

There was a concerted clatter of swords drawn in salute—all but the sword of paunchy old Sextus, who pretended to be adjusting his harness.

‘Centurion Sextus!’ called Marcellus, sharply. ‘Bring me my sword!’

All eyes watched Sextus plod awkwardly over to the big door and tug the sword out of the thick planking.

‘Bring the sword of Centurion Paulus, also!’ commanded Marcellus.

Sextus worked the second broadsword out of the timber, and came with heavy feet and a dogged air. Marcellus took the heavy weapons, handed Paulus his, and waited to receive Sextus’s salute. The hint was taken without further delay. Paulus also saluted before sheathing his sword.

‘We will now finish our dinner,’ said Marcellus, coolly. ‘You will restore the tables to their places. Breakfast will be served to the staff to-morrow morning at five. All officers will be smooth-shaven. There will be an inspection on the parade-ground at six, conducted by Lieutenant-Commander Paulus. That will do.’

Paulus had asked, respectfully enough, to be excused as they returned to their table, and Marcellus had given him permission to go. Sextus was trailing along after him, without asking leave; and upon being sharply asked if he had not forgotten something, mumbled that he had finished his dinner.