Marching With Caesar - Civil War by R. W. Peake Page B

obvious distress, Vibi started wailing in my arms, pushing away from me, and reaching for his mother. I felt horrible; I had not even said anything yet and my family was falling to pieces. I let Vibi down and he toddled over to his mother, grabbing at her thigh, then trying to crawl into her lap. Gisela sat up and pulled him up to her, and began to hug him fiercely, which seemed to do both of them good, their tears gradually subsiding. Poor Vibi got more than he had bargained for, however, and I suspected Gisela was clutching him more tightly than normal, because he began to squirm as he struggled to escape from her grasp. Now his tears of fear turned to tears of outrage, his face turning bright red from his struggles to escape his mother’s grasp, but she was not relinquishing it. She was now staring fixedly at me, her eyes still brimming with tears, but I could see by the set of the mouth and the tilt of her head that the anger was coming too. Perversely, I welcomed that more because I was more familiar with her anger than her sadness.
    “When are you leaving us?” she asked bitterly, and all I could do was shrug.
    “We don’t know for sure yet, but it’s a matter of days, no more.”
    She flinched like I had struck her, then took a breath and said, “And how long will you be gone?”
    Again, all I could do was shrug, and I thought that perhaps it had not been such a good idea to rush back and tell her. Maybe it would have been best to wait until I knew more, but then she would have heard from the other wives, or through the traders, or from talk in the street, and I would have been done for either way.
    “Caesar's holding an assembly later today; I should have more of an idea after that.”
    She shrugged. “I don’t suppose it really matters when I’ll be all alone again.”
    “No you won’t.” I tried to keep the impatience from my voice but it was hard, “you have Vibi.”
    The look she gave me could have burned the hair off my face if I had any. “That’s very nice. I was referring to my husband and having adult conversation.”
    I did not know how to respond because I honestly had never thought about it like that before. I realized it had to be hard for her to be all alone with just Vibi; the couple I hired to serve her in Narbo had refused to come with her to Brundisium, and there had not been time to find someone suitable here. All I could do was shrug helplessly, and she refused to kiss me when I bade her goodbye to return to the base.
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    Never before had so many Legions been assembled in one spot, and as big as the forum of the depot was, we still had to crush together in much tighter formation than was normal to accommodate everyone. The cramped conditions did not make anyone more cheerful. A number of squabbles broke out while we waited for Caesar to mount the rostra. Finally, the bucina sounded the signal for a general officer approaching and the army was called to intente . While I had a spot close enough to hear with no problem, Caesar’s words had to be relayed back by designated Centurions so that everyone could hear. He stepped up to the rostra, clad in his gilt armor and paludamentum , and began in his customary style.
    “Comrades,” he began, “I stand here before you, ready to take one final step to end this horrible war with our misguided brothers, led by evil men who have no interest in the welfare of the Republic, but only in their own enrichment.”
    He paused while this was relayed back to the rest of the men, and then he continued. “We are nearing the end of our toil and struggle. There is one last barrier to be overcome, one last battle to be won. With your help, we can bring peace to our great Republic. I ask you now, will you follow me? Will you help me accomplish this last task before we can rest and enjoy the fruits of peace?”
    There was considerable chaos the next few moments, with the men who were able to hear Caesar roaring their affirmation, while the