he could not remember being in the near presence of this ancient eunuch, who was now well into his ninth decade. The fellow had served Julian's uncle Constantine as head chamberlain forty years before, and Constantine's son Constans after that, and it may sound incredible to say, but although he was a eunuch, he was possibly the most honorable, gentle, and trustworthy man I had ever met. Xenophon had observed long ago that while castration in animals might tame their wildness, it did not diminish their strength or spirit; and he claimed that among men, those who were separated by castration from the rest of humankind would become even more personally loyal to their benefactor. My own experience with eunuchs, this disruptive, meddling breed, would seem to put the lie to such a claim. In fact, it was once said that if the great Socrates were to speak well of a eunuch, even he would be accused of lying. Old Eutherius, however, was a pearl, far removed from the unctuous, sneering, conniving sorts usually representative of such men, a true example of how roses may grow even in the midst of thorns.

Perhaps the quality of his manhood was so high because he was not raised as a eunuch, but rather as a freeborn son of free parents, who was captured as a young adult by pirates, castrated out of sheer maliciousness, and then sold into slavery. Far from falling into despair over this unfortunate turn of events, he made the most of his new condition, and his studious nature, rectitude, and intelligence were soon recognized and brought to the Emperor's attention. Eutherius was found to have a prodigious memory and the judgment of a sage, and as a counselor and mentor he was perhaps the most valuable property that Julian inherited from Constans after his assassination. Eutherius had been allowed to recede into a gentle retirement only a few years before, but when Julian was made Caesar, he called his old friend out to Gaul, to serve as a reminder of his past and to help him ground his decisions on proper judgment. The man was loyal to a fault, to the point of being entrusted with all of the Caesar's personal financial affairs, and Julian would have happily staked him his own life.

In any event, on this day Eutherius entered the staff room without knocking, and unceremoniously cleared his throat. Julian looked up.

'My lord,' he said, 'forgive me for disturbing you, but we have just received an urgent missive from the garrison at Autun. The barbarians have laid siege.'

Sallustius and Julian stood up, their stools clattering to the floor behind them. The matter was serious. Autun was a noble and industrious city, an important trading center in the interior of the province. It was a stronghold, though the walls had been weakened by centuries of decay, and Constantius and his generals had not made the effort to rebuild them. It was inconceivable that the Alemanni could have strayed so far from their Rhone forests, for Autun was a good hundred miles from the previous limits of their invasions. In fact, it put them within striking distance of even more important Roman cities, Auxerre, Sens, and Paris to the north, Lyons and even Vienne to the south, which would block the entire Rhone river. The main body of the Roman army under Marcellus was still in winter quarters far to the north in Reims, and we could not be certain they had even received news of the attack. In any case, Autun and the besieging barbarians now stood between us and Marcellus, so with our direct line of communication to the main army cut, it would be impossible to coordinate effectively with them, even if Marcellus did receive word in time to take action himself. Julian began quickly ruffling through the stack of military maps on the table before him. Sallustius gazed down at him coolly.

'Gently, gently,' he warned. 'Neither battles nor women are won by rushing. Invite your worthy chamberlain to sit with us and explain what he has heard, and we shall devise a plan.'

Though Sallustius moved calmly, encouraging lengthy pondering of the situation, Julian acted instinctively, issuing orders to the troops to mobilize immediately. In addition to the warrior clerics he had inherited from Milan, who by dint of steady and exhaustive training had become a formidable if somewhat reluctant fighting force whom he referred to as his Acolytes, he had available some two thousand other troops in various garrisons within two days' march of Vienne, as well as that many again retired veterans of the Roman army who had taken Gallic wives and settled in the area. Sallustius and Eutherius worked tirelessly, night and day for three revolutions of the sun, to mobilize and equip a fighting force. Julian himself dealt with the prefects and provincial administrators, promising future payment and honors, to obtain the equipment, road crews, and civil support he needed to accompany a Roman army on the march. To my great surprise and pleasure, though Julian still had little firsthand experience with administration, he was proving to be a master at improvisation. On the fourth day, he reviewed his troops, possibly the largest body of soldiers Vienne had seen in one gathering since Julius Caesar had passed through centuries earlier.

Helena wept. 'You're only a boy,' she sobbed, in unwitting condescension. 'Send Sallustius to lead the troops and stay with me. Stay with your child.'

Julian hesitated, knowing that the duty and the objective he had created for himself lay with the army, but uncertain how best to comfort his wife. I stepped forward and placed my hand on Helena's shoulder.

'She'll be fine,' I said, reassuring him. 'There is nothing you can do for her here, until her time. Meanwhile I will continue to monitor her. She is having an exemplary pregnancy.'

He looked at me with a hint of amusement. 'I'm pleased she's doing so well,' he said, 'and that you're so willing to make the sacrifice. But there's no need. Oribasius will care for Helena in my absence.'

My face must have registered my surprise at this news, for although Oribasius was considered one of the best of his profession, I still had little trust in his techniques. To me they smacked too much of witchcraft and soothsaying rather than the solid science I hoped to promote among Julian's family and the army.

Before I could protest, however, he explained. 'Don't reproach me, Caesarius. I need my best men with me on campaign, not monitoring morning sickness — even for the Caesar's wife! Oribasius is too unfit to accompany me into battle — and he has no experience with war injuries in any case.'

'And I have experience with war injuries?'

He waved me off with a grin. 'Bah, I've seen you dive into those autopsies. You yourself boast of your detailed knowledge of anatomy. Not like those butchers Constantius already has assigned to the army as physicians, who would just as soon saw off my leg to cure me of a spider bite. I'll trust my bodily safety to no one else, Caesarius.'

After a forced march of four days, we arrived in Autun on the twenty-fourth of June. The barbarians, having espied our arrival from the fields surrounding the city's besieged walls, swiftly abandoned the site before we were even within view of the garrison. Julian had won his first battle, with a ragtag, improvised army, without letting fly a single arrow.

To my great surprise, however, he was terribly disappointed at not having encountered the enemy, for during the march he had taken pains to closely question Sallustius and veterans familiar with the layout of the land at Autun. He had devised a complicated plan of attack involving feints and counterfeints and was eager to try out his newfound military skills. Declaring this the beginning of the season's campaign, he resolved to set out for Reims, to combine his little force with the army's main body there. Accordingly, he gathered that portion of the local garrison that Autun could spare — a company of cataphracti, heavily armored cavalry troops, and a squad of ballistarii, soldiers in charge of the large rock-hurling machines. He also decided not to take the safest route to the army at Reims, but rather the shortest — a road that led him through Auxerre and Troyes, but which passed through some of the most dangerous country in the province, where his troops would be constantly exposed to ambush by the marauding Alemanni.

As at Autun, the mere appearance of a Roman legion was sufficient to drive the outnumbered barbarians away without mishap. Julian stood on the crumbling city walls and surveyed the lightly armored forces of barbarian raiders beating an expert, controlled retreat across the surrounding fields on their swift horses, shouting taunts at the Romans as they melted into the forests. He then continued on toward Troyes. This time, however, his troops faced the full brunt of an Alemanni force that attacked them on the way. The barbarians would have done better to strike sooner, however, for Julian's marching strength by this time was close to five thousand, from the additional troops he had picked up in Autun and Auxerre. With the discipline of his battle-hardened veterans, and some quick- thinking tactical maneuvers he devised on his own, to the quiet admiration of Sallustius, he was able to turn back the barbarians from two vicious attacks, even taking a quantity of valuable plunder and horses.

He arrived at Troyes a full three days before the besieged garrison thought it would be possible — so early, in fact, that the garrison at first refused to even recognize their new leader, fearing instead some ruse on the part of the Alemanni. It took a great deal of effort, and Julian's very best rhetoric shouted through a bullhorn, before the Troyes garrison could be persuaded to voluntarily open the gates to us. After a brief rest here for his increasingly enthusiastic troops, he collected another two thousand soldiers and veterans from the surrounding cities and countryside, and marched on Reims to meet his generals, with an impressive array of somewhat mismatched forces that scarcely three weeks earlier had hardly existed as a military body, except in Julian's imagination.

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