“Then, what are the consul's planning?” Gaius asked.

Valerius laughed. His distaste for politicians was legendary, but Gaius did not know if his laughter was out of disrespect, or if there was meaning behind it.

“Well, normally the consuls would lead their own respective legions, but since this is a combined army, they share command on rotating bases — swapping command like two children sharing toys. Paullus has been cautious. He probably doesn’t want to strain his reputation by getting this army wiped out. While Varro is brash, trying to force Hannibal’s hand, and remove him from behind Cannae’s walls.”

“I’m afraid to ask — whose turn is it to lead tomorrow?” Gaius wondered.

“Varro, I’m sorry to say.”

Gaius did not know what to think. He did not understand the Roman system as well as Valerius. He liked Varro well enough — he was the father of Antony and Julia, and had always treated him with respect. However, Gaius was concerned. Varro was not a military man, but he was a career politician, businessman, and land owner. Gaius knew the truth well enough: it was fame and glory that both Varro and Paullus sought. If they defeated Hannibal, not only would their future interests be assured, but their names would live on forever, and generations to come would celebrate their victory and their decedents. However, waiting for an enemy that refused to budge while their own men slowly starved wasn’t the way to victory. The food shortage might cause one or both consuls to act foolish; Gaius feared.

Even before Gaius stepped foot into the largest of the command tents, he could hear the heated debates, as if the army had been turned into a small example of the Senate. And in many ways, it was just that. There were more officers from the ranks of the Senate than there were real ones, and most of the tribunes were the children of wealthy senators who sought advancement for their kin.

Most of the yelling was coming from the center of the room. Gaius could see through the densely packed bodies that the room had been divided between two parties: those in support of Paullus, and those that favored Varro.

Gaius could see Antony from where he stood, as he was behind his father, standing tall and proud. However, Gaius knew his friend well enough to see the subtle discomfort as his eyes darted from person to person, as the arguing had reached its boiling point.

What was supposed to be a strategy session had quickly escalated to a distressing debate over the fate of the army, and the actions it should take in the morning.

Antony broke from his father’s side once he saw Gaius enter the room. “It would have probably been best if you had stayed beyond the camp’s walls, protecting our supplies, my friend. At the very least, you wouldn’t have to endure this,” Antony commented once he joined Gaius.

His tone, as it typically was, was in good humor. However, Gaius could see the stress beneath his smile. It took him time getting used to seeing his boyhood friend in the uniform of a soldier, no less one of high rank. He carried the title of a senior Tribune, even though Antony had no military experience; he commanded thousands of men and officers, most, if not all of them with more experience than he.

“Well, at the very least we don’t have to spend the whole summer tracking Hannibal across the damn country,” Gaius replied as he tried to put a positive spin on the predicament the army was facing.

“True, I suppose,” Antony attempted a smile. “Oh, I nearly forgot.” He pulled out from underneath his tunic a sealed letter, before he handed it over. “This came for you today, from Rome, from my sister. I dare say that it is thicker than the note she sent me and my father,” Antony grinned as Gaius took the letter from him, trying his hardest not to seem too eager.

“Thank you. I shall read it when I have the time,” Gaius replied as he carefully tucked the letter away.

“I’m sure you will,” Antony laughed.

Both men’s attention was turned when they heard the sound of a jug breaking against the floor. It had been thrown by Varro, who cried out, “This is ridiculous! That bastard has cut us off from our supplies, brining about the real possibility that this army may starve to death before we have faced the enemy on the field. That is, of course, if we don’t die of thirst first, as the continued attacks on our water bearers make it impossible for us to reach the Aufidus river. And now, you suggest that we divide our forces into two camps.” Varro had the support of most of the officers in the tent, who voiced their agreement, demanding that Paullus and his supporters heed their master’s call to arms.

“That is why we must split our troops, to better protect our foraging parties, so we aren’t forced to withdraw from the field,” Paullus rebuked, sounding calmer than his rival and soon to be father-in-law.

Varro looked tired, as if he hadn’t slept for days. Gaius recognized the signs. The old senator wasn’t accustomed to military service. It had been decades since last Varro had worn armor, no less commanded troops into battle, and even then, never under these circumstances.

“The liability of our sizes has become our weakness,” Paullus added.

“Our size is our strength!” Varro cried, slamming his fist against a nearby table. “To separate, as you have suggested will weaken our position here. Already Hannibal’s cavalry has been emboldened to strike at our forward lines, coming just a few feet from our ramparts. I can’t afford to give him the opportunity to try something even bolder.”

Gaius was conflicted as the two sides continued their argument. He could see the wisdom in both, but he also knew that if the water problem wasn’t solved, starvation wouldn’t be an issue. If the army had to retreat because of supplies, the flank would be exposed to Hannibal’s forces. Weakened men from lack of food and water would die by the hundreds. Suddenly, Gaius wondered if ancient kings such as Xerxes, who brought a million men to Greece hadn’t faced such issues that threatened his invasion.

“Hannibal must be confronted, now!” Varro cried out. “I will take our legions out tomorrow and present ourselves for battle, as it is my right by law!”

“And if he does not stand, as he hadn’t yesterday, then what will be done?” Paullus asked, sensing the worst.

“Then, we shall storm Cannae and take back what is ours,” Varro replied, which brought a roar of approval from many of his supporters.

“Do not be such a fool, Varro!” Paullus yelled as he tried to be heard over those that stood with his opponent. However, years of debating in the Senate taught the old senator how to win the audience to his side.

“We cannot face Hannibal in the open. With the river to one side, the hills to another and a force of this size, we won’t be able to maneuver. We risk being enveloped!” Paullus pleaded as he tried to point out his military experience, but Varro and his supporters weren’t having any of it.

“Encircled! We outnumber the barbarians three to one. He doesn’t have the manpower to envelop our entire line, nor does Hannibal’s barbarian allies have the discipline to stand and fight in a pitched battle. They will buckle under our weight. By dusk, the ground will be littered with the dead of Hannibal’s horde, and Rome will again be safe,” Varro protested.

“Well, there you have it, my father the great general,” Antony commented with a sneer.

“Hannibal may not fight tomorrow, so everyone might be getting all worked up over nothing. The day after, Paullus will command, and he will have to act. Perhaps then a better solution will have presented itself,” Gaius commented.

“Tell me, my friend, if you were Hannibal, a man who probably knows us better than we know ourselves, who would you rather fight — Paullus or my father?” Antony asked.

Gaius sighed as the arguing continued for hours more. Neither side was willing to break from their standpoint, as both Paullus and Varro believed they had the winning strategy that would end the war. Both men knew what was at stake, but Gaius wondered how much the prospect of fame and immortal glory played into either man’s thinking. Win the day and Varro wouldn’t need Paullus and his money to rise higher in the Senate, which for Gaius meant, while distant, there was the possibility that he might not marry Julia to Paullus.