A Body In The Bath House

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they were big, fierce, black-haired, long-eared angry curs. They hurtled heavily towards me at full pelt. As the first reached me, I leapt back right over the bonfire, so his pads must have been singed as he jumped over. He felt nothing, apparently. I made wild feints with the live brands. Snarling, he sought to dodge the flames but still snapped at me.

Startled heads had popped out from some of the bivouacs. Other dogs careered up and attacked the tents. This was hard on the occupants, but distracted the other dogs from chasing me. I was left with my lone attacker. I roared and stamped. You have to outface them, someone had once told me…

My attacker was barking ferociously. Men arrived, shouting. The blanket-wrapped lumps who lived in the benders had come to- I glimpsed pans and staves being whacked around violently. Then I stopped looking as the terrifying dog launched straight at my throat.

I had crossed the fiery brands in front of me. Ends out, I rammed them at his mouth. It did at least make him miss his aim. He crashed onto me; we both bowled over backwards, and I kept rolling. I hit a hot cauldron. The pain seared my arm, but I ignored that. I grabbed its two loop handles, tore it from its hanging hooks and flung the whole thing at the dog as he squirmed around. Either the heavy vessel hit him or the boiling liquor scalded. He turned tail for a moment, whining.

A second's grace was all I needed. I was on my feet. When he leapt again, I had wrapped my cloak around my hand and torn down a spit that was roasting a rabbit over a fire. I speared the dog with it; he expired at my feet. No time for shame. I ran straight at the group of men who had brought the dogs as they tried to round up the others. They were too surprised to react when I kicked them aside. While they milled about, I broke free of the campsite.

Back in the woods, I took a new direction. Stumbling, skidding and cursing, I ran headlong. Bushes tore at me. Brambles clawed my clothes. Desperation gave me more courage and speed than any pursuers. The ground underfoot was deeply treacherous and I was in darkness. A few near invisible stars served to show my orientation but offered no light. I lurched free of cover, and knew from the noises and the smells of dung that I had somehow reached the tethered beasts. I dragged a mule around by the head and cut his rope with the knife I keep in my boot. Judging direction from memory, I rode past the parked carts.

Helena!

She popped up, still holding the lantern. What a girl. Wasted as a senator's daughter. Perhaps even wasted on being my girl. I should have let this Amazon deal with the dogs. One look from those scathing dark eyes and they would have cringed into submission. Me along with them.

Hoiking her skirts and tucking the loose folds of cloth well into her girdle, she stepped off the cart sideways, sliding behind me onto the mule's back as if trained in a circus act. I felt her arm around my waist. With her free hand she held out the lantern to glimmer faintly on the track ahead of us. Without pausing, I geed up the mule and set off back to the old house.

"Wait where's Aulus?"

"I don't know!" I was not uncaring, but I had to save Helena. She was worried stiff about her brother, but I would sort him out later.

Helena groused, but I kept the mule heading homewards. Security flares on the building site soon lit our way more safely. We arrived at our dwelling-place, shed the mule and bundled ourselves indoors. We were both shaking.

"Don't tell me '

"You are an idiot, Falco. So am I," confessed Helena with fairness as she shook out her skirts.

I was wondering how in Hades I could find Aelianus, when Maia and Hyspale both appeared. We told them nothing was the matter, so they knew something was wrong. Anyway, they would have realised when we were then disturbed by violent hammering at the outside door.

I opened up. I did it cautiously, sneaking a quick look out for dogs. Magnus and Cyprianus, the surveyor and the clerk of works, were standing there. They both looked furious.

What a surprise at this time of night, lads!"

Can we offer refreshments?" asked Helena weakly. I hoped I was the only one who would see trorn the light in her eyes that she was nearly laughing with mild hysteria.

They were not here to socialise. "Have you been out just now, Falco?" Magnus demanded.

"A gentle stroll…" My scratched arms and legs and Helena's wide eyes must have given us away.

"Have you been by the delivery carts?"

"I may have ambled that way…"

"Intruders were disturbed by the guards from the depot."

"What? Your dog-keepers? How lucky they were on hand to prevent trouble! What do these intruders say for themselves?"

"That's what we have come to ask you," growled Cyprianus. "Don't mess about, Falco. You were there; you were recognised."

I reminded myself I was the Emperor's envoy and had every right to investigate anything I wanted. Guilt undermined me, nonetheless. I had been wrong-footed. Now I had a burned arm, canine teeth had ripped my tunic, I was hot and breathing hard. Worse, in my search I had found nothing. I hate wasted effort.

"I don't have to answer you tonight," I said quietly. "I have imperial authority to skulk- I could ask, what were you doing out there with a bunch of savage dogs?"

"Oh why are we arguing?" raged Magnus suddenly. "We are all on the same side!"

"I hope that's true!" I scoffed. "We can't have it out at this time of night. I suggest a site meeting with Pomponius tomorrow. Now it's late, I'm tired and before you go, there was somebody else on the prowl near the carts. What have you done with that young man who accompanies the statue-seller?"

"We never got him. What's he to you?" demanded Magnus.

I kept up the pretence that Aelianus was a stranger. "He looks wrong. He hangs about. He seems to despise the artwork that Sextius is supposed to be selling- and if you must know, I don't like the colour of his eyes!" Neither Magnus nor Cyprianus looked fooled. "I want him found, and I want to interrogate him."

"We'll have a look for him," Cyprianus offered fairly helpfully.

"Do that. But don't beat him up. I need him in a condition where he can still talk. And I want him first, Cyprianus: whatever his game is, he's mine!"

It did no good. I found out next day they had looked half the night for him. There was no trace of Aelianus anywhere.

I went out myself at first light, trawling all around the site. There was flattened undergrowth everywhere, but Aelianus had vanished. By then I had realised that even if Magnus and Cyprianus had found him, they would never have handed him over to me until they had knocked out of him anything he had to say. They would extract more than that too. They would want him to incriminate himself-whether he was guilty of anything or not.

At least if he was dead in a ditch, none of us had pinpointed the ditch. Only as the site came alive in the morning did I make myself reluctantly try the last place where he might be. Slowly, I dragged myself to the medical hut and asked Alexas if anyone had brought him a new corpse.

"No, Falco."

"Relief! Thanks for that. But will you tell me if you get one?"

"Someone in particular?" the orderly asked narrowly.

There was no point pretending any longer. "His name is Camillus. He's my brother-in-law."

"Ah." Alexas paused. I waited, with my heart sinking. "Better look at what I have in the back room, Falco." That sounded grim.

I whipped aside a curtain. My mouth was dry. Then I swore.

Aulus Camillus Aelianus, son of Camillus Verus, darling of his mother and dutifully loved by his elder sister, Aulus my sullen assistant was lying on a bunk. He had one leg heavily bandaged and a few extra cuts for emphasis. I could tell by his expression as his eyes met mine he was bored and in a bad mood.