Back on foot, we made slow progress, slashing our way through a good mile or so of thick vegetation before we eventually found the road again. While we kept track of its position as we proceeded, we walked alongside it and remained under cover as much as possible, and I began to envy those who could make use of the road without fear. Not only was it easier going, but also it was regularly provided with drinking fountains and latrine huts, which Phoebe insisted that we religiously avoid. On the single occasion I did try to make use of one of the huts, I was forced to make a sudden dive for cover as the door opened and one of the eagle-helmeted commanders emerged. Luckily, I had taken cover on the north side of the road, because he then barked out an order, and half a dozen of the soldiers e
