"Our father does."

"It's true my son. What your brother says is right."

The old man stepped from the shadows. His hair had long since turned white, his arms and body crisscrossed with scars from decades of fighting.

"Father," Mentor rushed forward to kiss the old mans hand. The old General accepted the embrace then turned to his youngest son.

"Do you not embrace your poor old father?"

Euphranor kissed the old mans hand.

"May the Gods watch over you father."

The old General sat wearily on his favourite stone seat in his garden.

"Your brother is right Mentor. I have seen most of the world. The Egyptians have become soft behind their palaces. They buy everyone's loyalty with their gold. Rome is different. They have taken on all comers, the Gauls, the Germans. Tough competition. Men that are still barbarians. And defeated them all. I implore you, if you want to fight for someone, fight for Rome."

"I am sorry father. You are the greatest man I've ever known. But you are wrong."

Euphranor advanced on his brother angrily.

"How dare you disrespect our father in this way."

"I meant no disrespect," Mentor turned to the old man who sat in silence, his arms folded in his lap.

"You chose the army. You chose your way, I chose mine. Mine was harder."

"And you must know that at sea the Roman's must lose. The Alexandrians are the greatest sea faring nation the world has ever seen. If you fight for Caesar you will end up sunk to a watery grave."

The two men had gone nose to nose and almost to blows. Accusations flew and then suddenly Mentor had flown into a rage and stormed off. Euphranor had intended to go after him but the old General stopped him.

"Let him go my son. A man's destiny is but his own to choose."

Now standing at the prow of his ship with his father's words echoing in his mind, watching Julius Caesar's ship swerve to avoid a collision Euphranor knew he'd made the right choice.

The gap between the two ships was closing fast. Then unbelievably a small, two oared rowing boat came straight across their path. The two occupants had been loading supplies to the bigger vessels. They stood no chance. The Greek ship crushed them with a splintering crash. The noise of which making Benghazi and his men spin around.

Euphranor's ship tore into the Egyptian ship's oars snapping them off with violent force. It slowed the Greek trireme only a fraction and her iron tipped ramming spar slammed into the hull of the Alexandrian flagship. The two ships shuddered from the impact. On the oar deck men saw the huge hole appear and the sea begin to flood in. Panic took hold and men began abandoning the oars and in a mad rush they made for the stairs.

The huge walkway came down with a crash and both Egyptian's and Greeks dashed onto it. The first of them met in the middle and the fight was joined.

Euphranor, at the head of his men, slashed through one man's neck with his sword, ignored the hot blood that sprayed his face, ran another Egyptian through, twisted his sword out and plunged it into the man's mouth, silencing the agonising scream. A man on either side of him fighting just as viciously. He ducked a poorly timed thrust at his own face and shoulder-barged his assailant off the drawbridge. The man fell into the oars shattering his back and screamed until he drowned. Euphranor hacked at another enemy and brought his sword down through the man's wrists slicing through skin, flesh and bone. The man screamed at his bloody stumps and Euphranor removed his head with a single blow.

Now the Greeks were pushing the Egyptians back, the drawbridge slippery with blood. Euphranor forced another man back, slipped on the bloody deck, went down on one knee and slashed an Egyptian's leg off just below the knee. The man fell howling into the water. Euphranor struggled to his feet, his breath becoming laboured, and head-butted his next opponent in the face with his heavy full faced helmet shattering the man's nose.

Euphranor made it to the end of the gangway and jumped down onto the deck of the Egyptian ship. He landed heavily and planted his feet firmly as he cut another Egyptian almost in two. Greeks on either side of him, fell, to be replaced with new ones taking up the war cry. The Greek mercenary suddenly spotted the enemy commander Benghazi in a gap in the fighting and he rushed headlong scattering his enemies with fear. He suddenly bellowed in pain and glanced down. An arrow had pierced his left thigh. He reached down and snapped it off leaving a two inch stump.. He threw the shaft away.

Slowly he looked up, his nose guard dripping blood.

Benghazi was twenty feet away, his forces smashed, his men laying dead or dying, flanked by two bodyguards. Euphranor waited patiently. One of the bodyguards rushed the Greek. Euphranor blocked the ill timed blow, pushed the Egyptian back, parried twice more, then hit his opponent in the face with the butt of his sword and brought the blade round in a swirling arc and slashed the man's throat. The Egyptian gurgled his blood across the deck. The second bodyguard lunged as Euphranor sidestepped and brought his blade down, cleaving the skull in two.

Once again he faced Benghazi, who stared back, his eyes wide in terror. Euphranor took one step towards him and Benghazi, cowardly, quickly jumped up onto the side and dived into the water. He was wearing full armour and a cloak which in the water began to pull his head under. Nearby was a broken oar and he flailed for it. He knocked it just out of his reach and a small wave moved it further away. Twice his head went under the water. Then he realised he was very close to the ship. The under current had pulled him dangerously close. He panicked and put his hands against the hull to push himself away. Then his head went under the ship and he came back no more. Euphranor watched him disappear with a smirk.

The Roman galley was now broadside a few hundred yards away. The Romans on board were cheering. Euphranor looked up and saw the great Roman on the deck, the wind whipping his cloak about his legs. Euphranor raised his bloodied sword in triumph. He saw Caesar nod once to him then one of the Greek officers ran up to him and spoke.

"Sir. The rest of the Egyptians have surrendered. Shall I have them killed?"

Euphranor turned to look at the group of men on their knees.

"No. They're Caesar's property now. Take them into custody."

"Yes sir. Then the ship is yours but I'm afraid she's sinking. We must get off now."

Julius watched until the Alexandrian flagship had disappeared beneath the surface, his men celebrating.

"That was a brilliant coup sir," Agrippa said, "It had me fooled. Using the Greeks was ingenious."

Caesar merely grunted. A warning shout made them both look up. The Alexandrian ballistae were starting again and the first heavy blocks of stone began to fall.

"Do they not give up? We've sunk their best ship and captured two more."

"Yes but they have another twenty seven to come and more everyday."

Julius watched the missiles for another minute then spoke.

"Pull our ships back to the docka."

"But Sir!" Agrippa interrupted, "Forgive me sir but you said before that if we let them in."

"They'll not be able to get past that sunken ship without moving all these others first. That will buy us time. We cannot defend our ships with so few men. Take our fleet back to the dock and burn it."

Agrippa couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I'm sorry sir what did you say?"

Now Caesar snapped.

"Does every one of my orders have to be questioned! I said burn them! Tonight!"

A low sunset hung over the Royal harbour making the sea appear red. It was quiet. The only people to be seen were the Roman guards. Admiral Agrippa walked along the dock flanked by his bodyguards. He stopped at the water's edge and surveyed the ships bobbing gently at their moorings. He bent and picked up a small stone, turning it over and over in his hand, reluctant to begin his orders.

A dog was scavenging near one of the Roman ships and he threw the stone at it. Though he missed the animal the dog whimpered and ran away. He turned at the sound of heavy wagons. His men were pulling laden carts into the square. The carts were carrying large jars of pitch and oil. Officers began instructing men to their tasks. Oil was soon carried onto the ships and splashed over everything. Once the oil was all used the ships were vacated. Now men carrying burning torches boarded and quickly began touching the oil with the flames. Once an area had been ignited they moved on, always working towards the boarding ramps.

Within minutes fires were burning on all of the Roman ships. A nervous officer was standing near Agrippa.

"It doesn't seem right somehow sir. How are we supposed to get home withouta."

Agrippa turned on him angrily.

"Hold your tongue!"

On the other side of the harbour the new Egyptian admiral Darios was asleep in his bunk when he was roughly awakened.

"What is it?"

"Sir you'd better come and see this."

He was on his feet quickly, wobbly from just having woken.

"Are the Romans attacking?"

"No sir."

"Then what?"

"You'll never believe it," the other man said, no longer able to contain his excitement, "The Roman fleet is on fire."

Darios stared at the other man for a moment while his brain digested what he'd just heard.

"On fire?"

"Yes. It's brilliant news. Come and see for yourself."

Darios rushed up the steps barely able to keep up. Once on deck he rushed to the rail at the side of his ship, his eyes wide, his mouth open. The Roman ships were ablaze in the evening sky.

"What happened? Did some of our fleet attack?"

"No. The Romans did it themselves."

"Did it themselves. Why would they in their right mindsa.?" Then the answer hit him.

"Isn't it wonderful news Sir. We'll be rid of them for sure now."

"On the contrary I think it means they intend to stay."

"But how could they get home, I mean why would theya."

"I believe Caesar has realised that he could not hold us off indefinitely and couldn't afford the troops to defend his fleet so rather than let it fall into our hands he's put it to the torch."

"But then he must know sir that he's trapped now, with no escape route. He can't possibly defeat us now. Can he?"

"I sincerely hope not."

A messenger arrived.

"Yes what is it?"

"Admiral. Achillas has been murdered!"

CHAPTER TWELVE.

Julius Caesar couldn't believe the news. He and his Generals were in the war room.

Caesar refused a cup of wine from Dolabella and asked for water instead. He wanted his head to remain clear tonight. The Generals were excited. If the rumours were true then this threatened to blow their whole Alexandrian campaign wide open.

"It must be true sir," Marcellus said, "Our source is not usually wrong about such a matter."

"It is true," Caesar held up a scroll, "Queen Cleopatra was sent this in an attempt to win her away from our side. She dismissed it and sent it to me."

"Can I ask what it says sir," from Dolabella.

"I'll read it. Just the facts. Not word for word."

Julius opened the scroll and began.

"Basically it states that Arsinoe along with her servant Ganymedes, I believe he may have been or is her teacher, escaped from Roman confinement and quickly sought out the forces of Achillas. Once with the army of Achillas she was almost instantly hailed as the Queen of Egypt. She then almost repeatedly quarrelled with Achillas over his leadership of the Alexandrian army. Unable to oust him willingly she then bought his soldiers with promises of gold and had him assassinated. She then installed Ganymedes as his successor and her representative in the war against Rome. Ganymedes is now General in chief of the Alexandrian army."

"Is Ganymedes a capable General sir?"

"We don't know certainly, not for sure. But then of course Achillas was. Arsinoe? Unlikely because of her youth but I must stress that we should not, for one minute, underestimate her intelligence."

Lucius rushed up to Caesar and whispered into his ear. Caesar listened, thanked and dismissed him. Julius looked at his expectant officers.

"It seems gentlemen that our fire has spread."

There was the sound of raised voices from outside the door and then a female shriek. All attention turned to the door.

"Marcellus!" Caesar gestured towards the commotion.

Marcellus strode to the door and ripped it open. Now they all heard and recognised Cleopatra's voice. Under Marcellus' orders the guards moved out of the way and allowed the young Queen entry. Apollodorus attempted to follow but the guards stopped him.

"The Queen only," Marcellus said.

Apollodorus craned his neck for as long as he could see before the door closed on him.

It was the most beautiful Caesar had ever seen the Queen. All conversation in the room had ceased. Each man watched in awe as Cleopatra gracefully approached them. Julius, expecting trouble, stepped around his desk and sat down. Cleopatra strode through the generals, who moved out of her way, and stopped at the desk. Caesar was rummaging through sheets of papyrus ignoring her. Irritated by his attitude she placed her fists on his desktop and leaned her face in close. Finally he could ignore her no more and he looked up.

"Yes Cleopatra what is it?"

"Do you smell burning?"

"Yes Cleopatra I can," he replied without looking up. He continued to read a sheet of papyrus.