Caesar (31 page)

“I had noticed their absence,” said Vercingetorix. “Does anyone have more tangible evidence than rumor?” The absence of the Bituriges was serious; in the lands of the Bituriges lay the iron mines, and iron to turn into steel had to be found in sufficient quantity to make many, many thousands of mail shirts, helmets, swords, spearheads.“ I'll go to Avaricum myself to find out why,” said Cathbad.“ And what of the Aedui?” asked Litaviccus, who had come with one of the two vergobrets of that year, Cotus. “We're with you, Vercingetorix.”

“The Aedui have the most important duty of all, Litaviccus. They have to pretend to be Rome's Friend and Ally.”

“Ah!” Litaviccus exclaimed, smiling.“ Why,” asked Vercingetorix, “should we display all our assets at once? I imagine that as long as Caesar thinks the Aedui are loyal to Rome, he will also think he has a chance to win. He will, as is his habit, royally command that the Aedui give him extra horse troopers, extra infantry, extra grain, extra meat, extra everything he needs. And the Aedui must agree to give him eagerly whatever he commands. Fall over themselves to help. Except that whatever has been promised to Caesar must never arrive.”

“Always with our profuse apologies,” said Cotus.“ Oh, always with those,” said Vercingetorix gravely.“ The Roman Province is a very real danger we ought not to underestimate,” said Lucterius of the Cardurci, frowning. “The Gauls of the Province have been well trained by the Romans—they can fight as auxiliaries in the Roman style, they have warehouses stuffed with armor and armaments, and they can field cavalry. Nor will we ever prise them away from Rome, I fear.”

“It's far too early to make statements as defeatist as that! However, we should certainly make sure that the Gauls of the Province are in no condition to aid Caesar. Your job will be to make sure of it, Lucterius, since you come from a people close to the Province. Two months from now, while winter is deep, we will assemble under arms here on the plain before Carnutum. And then—war!”

Sedulius picked up the cry. “War! War! War!”

* * *

Trebonius in Agedincum was aware that something odd was going on, though he had no idea what. He had heard nothing from Fufius Cita in Cenabum, but nor had he heard a whisper of Fufius Cita's fate. No Roman or Greek anywhere in the vicinity had survived to tell him, nor did one Gaul come forward. The granaries in Agedincum were almost full, but there hadn't been any wagons in more than two nundinae when Litaviccus of the Aedui popped in to say hello on his way back to Bibracte. It always fascinated Litaviccus that these Romans so often seemed unwarlike, unmartial; Gaius Trebonius was a perfect example. A rather small, rather grey man with a prominent thyroid cartilage in his throat always bobbing up and down as he swallowed nervously, and a pair of large, sad grey eyes. Yet he was a very good, very intelligent soldier who was greatly trusted by Caesar, and had never let Caesar down. Whatever he was told to do, he did. A Roman senator. In his time, a brilliant tribune of the plebs. Caesar's man to the death.“ Have you seen or heard anything?” asked Trebonius, looking even more mournful than he usually did.“ Not a thing,” said Litaviccus blithely.“ Have you been anywhere near Cenabum?”

“Actually, no,” said Litaviccus, bearing in mind that his duty was to appear Friend and Ally; no point in telling lies he might be found out in before the true loyalties of the Aedui came to light. “I've been to the wedding of my cousin in Metiosedum, so I haven't been south of the Sequana. Still, everything's quiet. Didn't hear any shouting worth listening to.”

“The grain wagons have stopped coming in.”

“Yes, that is odd.” Litaviccus looked thoughtful. “However, it's common knowledge that the Senones and the Carnutes are very displeased by the execution of Acco. Perhaps they're refusing to sell any grain. Are you short?”

“No, we have enough. It's just that I expected more.”

“I doubt you'll get more now,” said Litaviccus cheerfully. “Winter will be here any day.”

“I wish every Gaul spoke Latin!” said Trebonius, sighing.“ Oh well, the Aedui have been in league with Rome for a long time. I went to school there for two years. Heard from Caesar?”

“Yes, he's in Ravenna.”

“Ravenna ... Where's that, exactly? Refresh my memory.”

“On the Adriatic not far from Ariminum, if that's any help.”

“A great help,” said Litaviccus, getting to his feet lazily. “I must go, or I won't go.”

“A meal, at least?”

“I think not. I didn't bring my winter shawl or my warmest pair of trousers.”

“You and your trousers! Didn't you learn anything in Rome?”

“When the air of Italia floats up your skirts, Trebonius, it warms whatever's up there. Whereas the air of Gaul in winter can freeze ballista boulders.”

At the beginning of March well over one hundred thousand Gauls from many tribes converged on Carnutum, where Vercingetorix made his arrangements quickly.“ I don't want everyone eaten out before I begin,” he said to his council as they gathered with Cathbad inside Cathbad's warm house. “Caesar is still in Ravenna, apparently more interested in what's happening in Rome than in what might be happening in Gaul. The alpine passes are blocked with snow already; he won't get here in a hurry no matter how famous he is for hurrying. And we'll be between him and his legions no matter when he comes.” Cathbad, looking tired and a little discouraged, was sitting at Vercingetorix's right hand, a pile of scrolls on the table. Whenever all eyes were upon Vercingetorix, his own eyes would go to his wife, moving quietly in the background with beer and wine. Why did he feel so cast down, so ineffectual? Like most professional priests of all lands, he had no gift of prognostication, no second sight. Those were dowered upon outcasts and strangers, doomed, as Cassandra had been, never to be believed. I speak from painfully learned knowledge, and the sacrifices have been favorable. Perhaps what I feel at this moment is simple eclipse, he thought, striving to be fair, to be detached. Vercingetorix has some quality in common with Caesar; I sense the similarity. But one is an enormously experienced Roman man approaching fifty, and the other is a thirty-year-old Gaul who has never led an army.“ Cathbad,” said Vercingetorix, interrupting the Chief Druid's internal misgivings, “I gather that the Bituriges are against us?”

“The word they used was 'fools,’ ” said Cathbad. “Their Druids have been trying on our behalf, but the tribe is united, and not in our direction. They're happy to sell us iron, even to steel it for us, but they won't go to war.”

“Then we'll go to war against them,” said Vercingetorix, not hesitating. “They have the iron, but we're not dependent on them for steeling or for smiths.” He smiled, his eyes shining. “It's good, actually. If they won't join us, then we don't have to pay for their iron. We'll take it. I haven't heard that any people here today has suffered from lack of iron, but we're going to need a lot more. Tomorrow we'll march for the Bituriges.”

“So soon?” gasped Gutruatus.“ The winter will get worse before it gets better, Gutruatus, and we have to use it to bring dissident Celtic peoples into the fold. By summer Gaul must be united against Rome, not divided among itself. By summer we'll be fighting Caesar, though if things go as I intend, he'll never be able to use all his legions.”

“I'd like to know more before I march,” said Sedulius of the Lemovices, frowning.“ That's what today is for, Sedulius!” said Vercingetorix, laughing. “I want to discuss the roll call of the peoples who are here, I want to know who else is coming, I want to send some home again to wait until the spring, I want to levy a fair war tax, I want to organize our first coinage, I want to make sure that the men who stay to march against the Bituriges are properly armed and equipped, I want to call a great muster for the spring, I want to split off a force to go to the Province with Lucterius— and these are just a few of the things we have to talk about before we sleep!”

He was visibly changing, Vercingetorix, filled with purpose and fire, impatient yet patient. If any one of the twenty men in Cathbad's house had been asked to describe what the first King of Gaul might look like, to the last one they would have painted in words a picture of some giant, bare chest massively muscled, shawl a rainbow of every tribal color, hair bristling, moustache to his shoulders, a Dagda come to earth. And yet the thin, intense man who held their attention today was no disappointment; the great thanes of Celtic Gaul were beginning to understand that what lived inside a man was more important than how he looked.“ Am I to have my own army?” asked Lucterius, astonished.“ It was you who said we must deal with the Province, and who better could I send than you, Lucterius? You'll need fifty thousand men, and you'd best choose the peoples you know—your own Cardurci, the Petrocorii, the Santoni, the Pictones, the Andes.” Vercingetorix flicked the pile of scrolls with a finger, his eyes on Cathbad. “Are the Ruteni listed there, Cathbad?”

“No,” said Cathbad, not needing to look. “They prefer Rome.”

“Then your first task is to subjugate the Ruteni, Lucterius. Persuade them that right and might are with us, not with Rome. From the Ruteni to the Volcae is a mere step. We will talk more fully later on your strategy, but sooner or later you'll have to divide your forces and go in two directions—toward Narbo and Tolosa, and toward the Helvii and the Rhodanus. The Aquitani are dying for a chance to rebel, so it won't be long before you're turning volunteers away.”

“Am I to start tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomorrow. To delay is fatal when the foe is Caesar.” Vercingetorix turned to the only Aeduan present. “Litaviccus, go home. The Bituriges will be sending to the Aedui for help.”

“Which will be long coming,” Litaviccuus said, grinning.“ No, be more subtle than that! Bleat to Caesar's legates, ask for advice, even start an army out! I'm sure you'll find valid reasons why the army never gets there.” The new King of the Gauls who had not yet asked to be called King of the Gauls shot Litaviccus a calculating look from under his black brows. “There is one factor we must thrash out now. I want no future reproaches or charges of partisan reprisals.”

“The Boii,” said Litaviccus instantly.“ Exactly. After Caesar sent the Helvetii back to their old lands six years ago, he allowed the Helvetian sept of the Boii to remain in Gaul— on the petition of the Aedui, who wanted them as a buffer between Aedui and Arverni. They were settled on lands we Arverni claim are ours, yet that you told Caesar were yours. But I tell you, Litaviccus,” said Vercingetorix sternly, “that the Boii must go and those lands must be returned to us. Aedui and Arverni fight on the same side now; there is no need for a buffer. I want an agreement from your vergobrets that the Boii will go and those lands be returned to the Arverni. Is that agreed?”

“It is agreed,” said Litaviccus. He huffed a sound of huge satisfaction. “The lands are second rate. After this war, we Aedui will be happy to acquire the lands of the Remi as adequate compensation. The Arverni can expand into the lands of the equally traitorous Lingones. Is that agreed?”

“It is agreed,” said Vercingetorix, grinning. He turned his attention back to Cathbad, who looked no more content. “Why hasn't King Commius come?” he demanded.“ He'll be here in the summer, not before. By then he hopes to be leading all the western Belgae left alive.”

“Caesar did us a good turn in betraying him.”

“It wasn't Caesar,” said Cathbad scornfully. “I'd say the plot was entirely the work of Labienus.”

“Do I detect a note of sympathy for Caesar?”

“Not at all, Vercingetorix. But blindness is not a virtue! If you are to defeat Caesar, you must strive to understand him. He will try a Gaul and execute him, as he did Acco, but he would deem the kind of treachery meted out to Commius a disgrace.”

“The trial of Acco was rigged!” cried Vercingetorix angrily.“ Yes, of course it was,” said Cathbad, persevering. “But it was legal! Understand that much about the Romans! They like to look legal. Of no Roman is that truer than of Caesar.”

The first Gaius Trebonius in Agedincum knew of the march against the Bituriges came from Litaviccus, who galloped in from Bibracte gasping alarm.“ There's war between the tribes!” he said to Trebonius.“ Not war against us?” asked Trebonius.“ No. Between the Arverni and the Bituriges.”

“And?”

“The Bituriges have sent to the Aedui for help. We have old treaties of friendship which go back to the days when we warred constantly with the Arverni, you see. The Bituriges lie beyond them, which meant an alliance between us hemmed the Arverni in on two sides.”

“How do the Aedui feel now?”

“That we should send the Bituriges help.”

“Then why see me?” Litaviccus opened his innocent blue eyes wide. “You know perfectly well why, Gaius Trebonius! The Aedui have Friend and Ally status! If it were to come to your ears that the Aedui were in arms and marching west, what might you think? Convictolavus and Cotus have sent me to inform you of events, and ask for your advice.”

“Then I thank them.” Trebonius looked more worried than he usually did, chewed his lip. “Well, if it's internecine and has nothing to do with Rome, then honor your old treaty, Litaviccus. Send the Bituriges help.”

“You seem uneasy.”

“More surprised than uneasy. What's with the Arverni? I thought Gobannitio and his elders disapproved of war with anyone.” Litaviccus made his first mistake—he looked too casual; he spoke too readily, too airily. “Oh, Gobannitio is out!” he exclaimed. “Vercingetorix is ruling the Arverni.”

“Ruling?”

“Yes, perhaps that's too strong a word.” Litaviccus adopted a demure expression. “He's vergobret without a colleague.” Which made Trebonius laugh. And, still chuckling, Trebonius saw Litaviccus off the premises on the return section of his urgent visit. But the moment Litaviccus clattered off, he went to find Quintus Cicero, Gaius Fabius and Titus Sextius. Quintus Cicero and Sextius were commanding legions among the six encamped around Agedincum, whereas Fabius held the two legions billeted with the Lingones, fifty miles closer to the Aedui. That Fabius was in Agedincum was unexpected; he had come, he explained, to alleviate his boredom.“ Consider it alleviated,” said Trebonius, more mournful than ever. “Something is happening, and we're not being told anything like all of it.”