Wildcard

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Osarseph had no such hopes for Octavian. A hardline Roman to his core, Octavian, if allowed to rule, would enforce Roman law—and, worse, Roman religion—throughout his reach. The prophesies had warned of a religion that would rise from Rome to dominate the world. Though by no means a superstitious man, Osarseph could feel in his bones the tingling of those prophecies emerging on this warm autumn morning.

Antony had hoped for a land battle, his army against Octavian’s. Antony was the better general, and his nineteen legions were better trained and more experienced than Octavian’s largely home-guard force. Weeks before, he had sent his twelve thousand cavalry on a raid to cut off Octavian’s water supply and force his army into battle. The raid had come to naught, and the campaign had ground to a stalemate.

A stalemate that had favored Octavian’s lies, for now Antony’s own troops were hearing rumors of a Roman general who had abandoned Rome for Egypt and a queen-sorceress who held him in thrall. Day by day, desertion and disease bled Antony’s once-proud legions. Finally he had been left with no choice but to meet Octavian in a sea battle. That battle was now proving why it had been Antony’s last resort. His fleet was simply no match for Octavian’s.

“You must prepare to escape, my queen,” Osarseph said.

Cleopatra—intelligent, charming, attractive despite her hooked nose, perhaps the most powerful woman the world had ever known—nodded slowly. “So it appears. Tell them to prepare my flagship, with sails at the ready.”

She turned to Antony. “We must go, my love. There is nothing left here to be won. We will fight that man at another time, in another place.”

Antony seemed poised to refuse, though in the end he gave the orders. “You get away first. If they catch you, Octavian will kill you. I will stay with my men until you are safely away.”

“No,” she said. “We go together. As we have always gone. Together.”

“I will permit no other course,” Antony said. “I must see to my men. Arrange for their withdrawal. Many have abandoned me, but I will not abandon those who have stayed by my side. They deserve my loyalty, as they give theirs.”

Osarseph knew this was not a battle Cleopatra could or would win. Antony was a soldier to his soul, and he would not leave his men leaderless. “Come, my queen. Let us away, and quickly.”

By the time they boarded her flagship, the captains had finalized the details of the breakout. Octavian’s ships, though greater in number, did not carry sails into battle. The excess weight merely slowed the oared vessels. But Antony and Cleopatra had insisted their captains be ready to raise sail. A freshening afternoon wind would be their deliverance.

If only for today.