Kane Ben - Hannibal: The Patrol
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Kane Ben
Hannibal: The Patrol
Cisalpine Gaul, winter
The battle was already won when Mutt saw the Roman officer running towards him. Mutt knew that killing him would be the final badge of humiliation for the enemy. Except his plan had not gone as hed have wished it. The officer was on his own, but he was strong and skilled. He was afraid too, which made him even more dangerous. The fact that Mutt was armed with a thrusting spear had not prevented the officer from fighting back ferociously. With his initial attack, he had come close to shoving his sword clean through Mutts large shield and into his belly.
Ive bitten off more than I can chew, thought Mutt desperately, as the officer swept away another spear thrust with his scutum and followed through with a mighty shove against Mutts shield. Face to face for a heartbeat, they spat insults at one another, then the officer danced away without warning. Released from the pressure, Mutt nearly toppled forward. Curse him! he thought. Im acting like a new recruit. If Im not careful here, Ill end up spitted on his sword.
That was when the officer darted forward again. Even as Mutt lunged at him, the officer lifted his right boot and planted it in the middle of Mutts shield, surprising him completely. Unbalanced, Mutt staggered back a few steps, caught the heel of his sandal on a rock and fell onto the flat of his back. Splatters of mud rose into the air; he lost his grip on his shield. The officer growled in triumph and kicked it to one side, then stamped down with the other foot on the butt of Mutts spear, stopping him from lifting it.
Shit, thought Mutt. Im dead.
The officers sword rose high as he spat another curse.
Mutt closed his eyes and readied himself for the afterlife.
Mutt. Mutt, wake up.
Dream. It was a dream, he realised. Relief filled him. He sat up, rubbed away the sleep from his eyes. Yes, sir?
Are you all right? asked Hanno, his commander.
Yes, sir. Why?
You were talking to yourself, thrashing about in your blanket.
A bad dream, sir, nothing more. Gods, but I hope it never comes true, Mutt prayed. Thats twice Ive had it now.
A nod. Wake the men. Its time to get moving.
Sir. Mutt sat up, wincing as the small amount of heat that had been trapped in his blankets vanished into the pre-dawn chill. His hands and feet were almost numb. His nose was too. If his memory served him, hed spent much of the night waking because of the cold. Why had the gods sent him a stinking nightmare as well? he wondered, fighting a creeping sense of unease.
*
Hours later
Woodland, several miles north of their camp
Where in hell are we heading to now?
The arsehole of nowhere, replied a second voice.
I thought thats where we camped last night.
No, that was the crotch, said the first man, to a chorus of laughter. He waited until the merriment had died down. This is a godforsaken place part of the world, eh, lads?
The growls of agreement and spitting noises that followed didnt make alarm Mutt. Soldiers liked to grumble as they marched. If they didnt, there was something wrong. Besides, what had been said was true. The area was flat, fertile and well-watered by rivers, but gods was it cold and inhospitable at this time of the year. The powerful wind from the Alps to the north never seemed to ease. It snowed more days than it didnt, and the temperatures hadnt risen above freezing for a week.
Mutt examined his reddened fingers, mouthed a curse of his own. He couldnt remember the last time hed felt warm.
Much of the time a thick layer of fog hung over the land, reducing visibility and dampening mens spirits further. And the spot where they had spent the previous night a mud-bound clearing in the middle of a wolf-infested forest had been one of the least appealing of the patrol thus far. Yet there was a good reason for keeping out of sight. The countryside might appear empty most of the time, but they couldnt let down their guard for a single moment. This was Gaulish land, mostly free of the Romes influence and not all of the tribesmen were well disposed towards Hannibal and his troops. They the Carthaginians might have kicked the shit out of the Romans at the Trebia a few weeks previously, but enemy patrols might still be about. It paid to be cautious.
So far, their new commander Hanno seemed to be wise to that. It probably helped, thought Mutt, that he had spent a good period of time in captivity if not around here, then in this land of the Romans. Mutt didnt know the fine details of Hannos story, but by this stage, everyone in the damn army had heard of his dramatic escape from slavery and reunion with his father and brothers. Perhaps hell tell me about it one day, mused Mutt. If we ever get to know each other. It would be good to have someone he could tell about his nightmare.
I never thought Id miss Iberia so much. There was some cold weather, but not like this. Its fucking freezing here, all the time, said the first man, resuming his diatribe.
What dyou expect? Its the middle of winter, replied the second soldier. Spring will come eventually, you know. It always does, or had you forgotten that?
There were hoots of amusement at this. Mutts lips twitched a little.
The first speaker wasnt to be put off. Smart arse! Maybe it will get warmer, but the natives will still be bloodthirsty savages. The Romans wont go away either. Give them a month or two and theyll want another fight. And meanwhile, weve got bugger all in the way of food.
Mutt had been with the phalanx for more than ten years, and second-in-command for nearly three. He knew the identity of the main complainant without having to look. Ithobaal was a dependable spearman whod served in the unit for nigh on a decade. He wasnt short of courage either, Mutt thought, but by Baal Hammons beard, he liked to whinge.
Ithobaals last statement had hit a nerve too. The disgruntled comments began to fly thick and fast. How long are we going to be on half rations? Thats what I want to know. My bellys permanently clapped to my backbone. I cant sleep at night because Bogus bloody stomach rumbles so loudly! Its that or his farts!
Mutt broke formation from his position in the twenty-fifth rank. Used to him moving about, the spearmen kept marching. The track they were following through the woods was narrow, forcing a column width of four soldiers instead of the normal six. At full strength, the phalanx would have numbered four hundred men, but the brutal journey from Iberia and the recent fighting had seriously depleted their numbers. Less than two hundred spearmen now remained nearly fifty ranks and Mutt knew them all. They were his family, his charges, and he would do anything for them, including meting out discipline when it was needed. Ithobaal! he shouted.
Tramp, tramp, tramp. Several more rows went by, and then Mutt saw him. A tall, broad-shouldered man with a straggling beard, Ithobaal was walking on the far left of his rank. He gave Mutt a wary look, no doubt wondering what hed done to merit the attention. Sir?
Mutt matched his pace to that of the men once more. Were all in this together, arent we?
There was no immediate reply. Mutt wondered if Ithobaal was foolish enough to challenge his authority. There would be one warning, and then hed charge in like a raging bull. A beating would soon restore Ithobaals respect. DID YOU FUCKING HEAR ME, YOU MAGGOT?
A slightly fearful glance. I did, sir. Were all in this together.
Which means Im as damn hungry as you are. As all of your comrades are. I dont like to be reminded of it, and I dont think the rest of the lads do either, so stop flapping your lips. Understood?
Yes, sir.
Well fill our bellies when Victumulae falls. Mutt was addressing everyone in earshot. The grain stores there are fit to burst, Im told.
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