Caesar groaned as he forced along the mules falling in behind the army. 'I have been reduced to baggage duty. I am a Iulii.' Caesar thought scornfully.

"No, I don't want to have the whores with us. Why? Well simple they take up space and supplies. Yes the merchants can come. Of course I want the mules to follow directly behind!"

Caesar pushed away his sub-ordinate and retired to his tent.

"Sons of Dis, I am being considered a weakling and a fool."

Caesar's face grew dark.

'But they will see I will show them. One day they will all pay for how they treated Tiberius Iulius Caesar.' Caesar thought angerly.

He then muttered out loud.

"They will all pay."

"Sir! The merchants are taking the mules!"

"Gods! Can't you do one think right you incompetant fool!"