Terra Incognita

52

What would you think,” Thessalus asked Ruso, “if a man were taken sick and died, and you discovered the doctor who failed to cure that man had been secretly visiting his wife?”

Ruso winced. “I would think that doctor should have referred the case to a colleague.”

“Even if that colleague were Gambax?”

“Even Gambax. He’s not bad at his job, just lazy.” The far end of Thessalus’s blanket began to slide onto the floor. Ruso reached across to the couch and rearranged it. “How’s the pain?”

“Easing,” said Thessalus. “You’re right, I should have sent for Gambax. Everything is so obvious now. But I thought people would wonder why I was sending for help to treat a simple fever.”

“Even so.”

Thessalus’s smile was bitter. “Do you know, Ruso, even as he was slipping away, I really managed to convince myself there wouldn’t be a problem? I had genuinely done my best. I wrote up all the notes afterward. I thought if nobody knew that I had been seeing his wife.. it was Gambax who worked it out. I think he must have wondered why I insisted on sourcing the herbs myself instead of letting him do it.”

“You’ve been seeing the herb woman? That’s where you went that night?”

“I’ve been seeing the herb woman,” agreed Thessalus. “Veldicca. Rianorix’s sister.”

Ruso stared at him. At last something made some sort of sense. He said, “You’re dying anyway. You’ve confessed to save your girlfriend’s brother.”

They had met at the clinic, where Thessalus had guessed that his patient’s “accidental” injuries had been inflicted, not by a fall as she claimed, but by a fist. It was not her first visit, and it would not be her last. His fury had risen with each successive “accident”: each fresh crop of cuts and bruises meted out by a husband to whom he dared say nothing lest he make the bullying worse.

He claimed he could not remember how it had started. Perhaps a look. Perhaps a brushing of one hand against another as she laid out the herbs she was now delivering weekly for his clinic, and for which he was overpaying her out of his own salary. He did not ask what she did with the money. She did not tell him until much later that the man she called her husband was demanding the coins from her at the end of each market day.

The secret she kept from Thessalus, though, was as nothing compared to the secret she kept from her husband. And when the child was born with dark hair and its eyes turned the color of peat, she and Thessalus celebrated in secret. In secret, because although the husband was dead by this time, they were still in danger.

“Gambax is lazy, but he’s not stupid. He saw Veldicca at the market one morning with our daughter and came straight back and told me he would do me a favor and keep quiet about my so-called murder of her husband.”

“In exchange for what?”

“He never made that entirely clear. He just started taking time off whenever he wanted. Ignoring orders when it suited him. That’s why I didn’t ask to renew my contract here.”

“You were planning to make a fresh start together?”

“We had to. I knew that even if I could prove I hadn’t killed the husband, Gambax would say Veldicca had poisoned him with her herbs.”

“Did she?”

Thessalus yawned. “Of course not.”

“How do you know?”

“Ruso, don’t you trust anybody?”

“Not women.”

“Well, she didn’t, I promise you.” Thessalus tried to shift into a more comfortable position. “Of course, the irony is that we made all these plans expecting to live forever. Or at least for the foreseeable future. We would move south and marry in a town where nobody knew us. It wouldn’t matter that Veldicca’s family had disowned her for mixing with the army, because I would be setting up a practice that would support us both. But it matters now.”

“She’ll be left here with no family and no support.”

“And possibly no infirmary to supply, either. You’ve seen what’s going on around here. The governor will report back to Rome and Hadrian will have to do something. He might well pull out like he has in the east.”

“Or he might send a lot more troops.”

“Whatever happens, Veldicca and my daughter will need friends. I don’t want her having to take in some other lout in a uniform just to survive. And actually her brother isn’t a bad man.”

“That’s a matter of opinion.”

“Seriously. They have a different way of looking at things, Ruso. They had a whole system of law before we came, and we’ve interfered with it. Rianorix’s girl and her whole family was wiped out in a tribal raid a few years back, and instead of letting him demand a blood price or take revenge, we told him to leave it to us. And of course we did absolutely nothing. You can understand why he’s angry.”

Ruso did not respond.

“I imagine when his girlfriend’s cousin Aemilia came to him for help, he saw the chance to redeem himself. And do to Felix the things he wanted to do to the raiders who took his girl. The same traditional punishment he threatened me with until Veldicca told him not to be so silly and stop listening to his daft friends. Are you still awake down there, Ruso?”

“Yes. So that’s how you knew about the head.”

“That was the difficult part.” Thessalus yawned again. “When I heard they’d hidden the body I knew there was something badly wrong. I had to take a bit of a guess when I confessed to the prefect, but as soon as I dropped a hint about the head I could see I was on the right track. Have they really not found it yet?”

“No. Where would he have put it?”

Thessalus shook his dark curls. “I’ve no idea. I hope he hasn’t passed it on to the Stag Man.”

“So do we all. The four of us who know. It’s being kept secret.”

“I pretended to be confused so I didn’t get tripped up by the details. Then you came along, and I had to be even wilder to keep you at bay in case you found out I was ill and the whole thing would start to unravel. It was a gamble, but it’s worked, hasn’t it? They’ve released him.”

“For the moment. But they don’t believe you did it.”

“I felt terrible leaving Gambax in charge that night,” continued Thessalus, oblivious to Ruso’s caution, “but I had to go and warn Veldicca about what her brother was getting involved in. I thought perhaps she could go and talk to him. It might even help to reconcile them. She’s quite amenable to a reconciliation, actually. But she’s doing her best to dissociate herself from him until all this is over.”

“Gambax went out as well,” said Ruso. “But he came back before you did.”

Thessalus gave a weak smile. “I was supposed to come right back, but I was too exhausted to get up on the horse. And then the storm broke. Veldicca made me stay the night.”

“So you are at last admitting that you didn’t do it?”

“I suppose I am, but if you ever report this conversation I shall deny every word.” Thessalus reached down to retrieve the blanket, which had slid off his feet again. “Uh, that’s nice. The pain’s going.” His eyes drifted shut. “I’m starting to float.”

“And all this is to persuade Rianorix to look after his sister when you’re gone? Couldn’t you have found a simpler way?”

“Not if he was executed,” mumbled Thessalus, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Ruso said, “His lost girlfriend wasn’t killed, you know. She came back with me.”

“Mm?”

“She told me Rianorix didn’t do it.”

“Mm.”

“But she’s been sleeping with him,” added Ruso. “So she’s probably lying anyway.” He glanced across at the couch. Thessalus was asleep, floating on the poppy tears.