Senatus Populusque Romanus

The Tenth

Book One : The Helvetii

“A nation on the march. A legion in its path.”

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The Tenth: The Helvetii, Book One. Cover art.

The March

In the spring of 58 BC the Helvetii burned their own towns behind them, so that there could be no turning back, and set out to walk across Gaul and take new country by the strength of their numbers.

A whole people on the move: their wagons, their old folk, their children, a quarter of a million souls with forty thousand spears among them, drifting west toward the one road Rome has sworn to hold. To let them pass is to lose Gaul. To stop them is to fight a nation.

Gaius Julius Caesar, one year a proconsul and badly in need of a war, marches six legions north to meet them. At the sharp end of the foremost walks the Tenth. And in the Tenth, carrying a stylus rather than a sword, walks a man who should never have been there at all.

250,000: souls on the road
40,000: spears among them
58 BC: the year Rome marched
Legio X: the legion sent to stop it

The Opening

There was smoke. Not a column of it. A grey smear laid flat along the whole rim of the world, low and dirty, the kind that came off wet thatch and green wood and no hearth that was meant to be burning.

The road ahead had begun to fill. Carts. People on foot. A whole slow drift of them coming south against the run of the road, and they were not soldiers and not a market crowd, because they were carrying their houses on their backs. A woman went by with a hen under each arm and a child slung to her in a shawl, and she never once looked at the wagon.

Nobody passed a wine wagon without a look. Nobody. She had not even turned her head.

From Chapter One : The Wine Road

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The Series

The Tenth follows one man in the ranks of Caesar’s sharpest legion across the long years of the Gallic War. Verus is a clerk, a half-Gaul whose dead mother’s tongue makes him the army’s ear and, in time, its instrument: blooded, accepted, and owned. One conquest, told from the height of a man who has to live in it.

The Helvetii

A quarter of a million people walk onto Rome’s road, and the Tenth is sent to turn them back. First blood. First draft finished.

The German

Ariovistus and his Suebi hold the country east of the Rhine, and the Gauls beg Rome to come and take it off him. In the writing.

The Road East

And on, book by book, to the last of free Gaul and the cold water beyond it.

The Author

David Arrowhead

David Arrowhead writes about the Roman army and the men swallowed up in the making of it. Before the books he served as an officer in the British Army, which left him with a soldier’s eye for how war actually works: the boredom and the logistics, the fear, the grim humour, the way a column of frightened men becomes one animal and walks at a wall.

He writes the legions from the inside, at the height of a man in the ranks rather than the general on the hill. The Tenth is his Roman series. He lives in England.