He scanned the small crowd briefly, before settling his gaze on Agathius.
“I want an end to the slackness of your marching order. The men can grouse and grumble all they want, but I want them to do it in formation. Some reasonable approximation of it, at least.” He held out his cup. A decarch refilled it.
“I realize that you’re unaccustomed to the conditions, here in the desert—and that it’s been a long time since you’ve had to undertake a forced march like this. But enough’s enough. You’re not weaklings, for the sake of Christ. You’ve had two months to get into shape! The truth is, I don’t think the march is that hard on you, anymore. You’ve just gotten into the habit of resentfulness.”
He stopped to sip at his wine, gazing at Agath-ius. The new chiliarch took a deep breath. For a moment, his eyes wandered, staring out at the harsh-lit desert.
One of the sub-officers behind him started to say something—a protest, by the tone—but Agathius waved him down. “Shut up, Paul,” he growled. “Tell the truth, I’m sick of it myself.”
His eyes returned to Belisarius. He nodded. “All right, general. I’ll see to it. What else?”
“I want you to accept some detachments from the Army of Syria. Light cavalry.” A crooked smile. “Call them advisers. Part of the problem is that you’ve no experience in the desert, and you’ve been too arrogant to listen to anyone.”
He pointed to the canvas stretched over his head. “You didn’t figure this out, for instance, until a week ago. Till then you set up regular tents, every night, and sweltered without a breeze.”
Agathius grimaced. Belisarius plowed on.
“There’s been a hundred little things like that. Your cocksure capital city attitude has done nothing but make your life harder, and caused resentment in the other units. I want it to stop. I’ll have the Syrian units send you some light auxiliaries. They’ll be Arabs, the most of them—know the desert better than anyone. If you treat them properly, they’ll be a big help to you.”
Agathius rubbed the back of his neck. “Agreed. What else?”
Belisarius shrugged. “What I expect from all my other units. Henceforth, Agathius, you will attend the command conferences. Bring your tribunes. A few hecatontarchs, if you want. But don’t bring many—I like my conferences to be small enough that we can have a real discussion and get some work done. I’m not given to speeches.”
Agathius eyed him skeptically.
“And what else?”
“Nothing.” Belisarius drained the cup, held it out. Again, it was refilled.
“Your turn,” he said mildly.
Agathius twitched his shoulders irritably.
“Ah—!” he exclaimed. He was silent, for a moment, frowning. Then:
“It’s like this, general. The real problem isn’t the march, and it isn’t the desert. As you said, we’ve gotten used to it by now. It’s—” He gestured vaguely. “It’s the way we got hauled out of the barracks, without a day’s notice, and sent off on this damned expedition. Off to Mesopotamia, for the sake of Christ, while—”
He lapsed into a bitter silence. One of the decarchs behind him piped up.
“While all the fucking noble units got to stay behind, cozy in the capital. Living like lords.”
Belisarius lifted his head, laughing. “Well, of course!” he exclaimed. “The last thing I wanted on this expedition was a bunch of aristocrats.”
He shook his head ruefully. “God, think of it! Every cataphract in those units can’t move without twelve servants and his own personal baggage train. I’d be lucky to make five miles a day.”
He bestowed a very approving smile on the soldiers squatting around him.
“I told Sittas I wanted his best fighting unit. Had quite a set-to with him, I did. Naturally, he tried to fob off his most useless parade ground troops on me, but I wouldn’t have it. ‘Fighters,’ I said. Fighters, Sittas. I’ve got no use for anything else.”
The Greeks’ chests swelled a bit. Their heads lifted.
Belisarius drained his cup. Held it out for another refill.
“Stop worrying about those lordly troops, lounging in their barracks in Constantinople. Within a year, you’ll have enough booty to sneer at them. Not to mention a glorious name and the gratitude of Rome.”