Terra Incognita

65

How many of you buggers have we got here now?” demanded Audax. “There’s the skinny one locked up with his brains on the boil, there’s you, and now your mate’s turned up. And still you can’t fix him.”

Albanus had opened his eyes and muttered a few words late last night before lapsing back into unconsciousness. This morning he was lying in a bed with his head swathed in linen bandages barely whiter than his face. The smell of the strong vinegar Ruso had used to check any bleeding of the membrane around the brain still lingered in the air.

Ruso, who had been up half the night tending him, yawned and leaned against the wall. He felt this was his fault. He had brought Albanus to this wretched place. He should have thought to warn him about that alleyway. He should have ignored the Batavians’ cover-up schemes and told him the truth about the danger that lurked in the streets of Coria. Worst of all, he should never have asked him to interfere in Gambax’s affairs.

He could say none of this in the presence of Audax. Instead he said, “It’s just wait and see now.”

“Never mind waiting and seeing,” retorted Audax. “You want to give him a dose of Doctor Scribonius.” He thrust forward a fist containing a square bottle of greenish glass with an inch of dark liquid swilling around inside. “I’ll bring some more over later.”

When the centurion had gone, Ruso sat on the edge of the bed and watched the faint rise of his clerk’s chest with each breath. He laid one hand over the cold fingers. “You’re not going to die, Albanus,” he assured him. “We’re not going to lose another man from the Twentieth. We won’t let you go.”

For a moment he thought there was some flicker of movement behind the eyelids. “Albanus?” He waited, but there was no further sign. He tucked the clerk’s hand in under the harsh gray blanket and summoned Ingenuus to sit with him. “Any problems, send for Valens,” he told him. “Don’t let Gambax anywhere near him. And don’t give him that tonic till we find out what’s in it.”

Gambax was busy smudging out one stroke of the “II” after “Days to Governor’s Visit.”

“Where were you last night, Gambax?”

“Polishing my kit, getting ready for the governor. You said Doctor Valens was on duty.”

“So I did,” agreed Ruso, leaning against the wall and folding his arms. “Doctor Valens is on duty again now. He’s the only one allowed to touch Albanus. I shall be out.”

He waited until Gambax had finished and gone back inside. He was alone with the images of the gods. Since arriving at Coria he had neglected one of them completely and never bothered to find out the name of the other. He asked forgiveness of both. Then he stretched out his arms to the image of Aesculapius, and prayed for the life of the clerk he himself had failed to protect.

He only became aware of someone standing behind him in the street when he had finished speaking.

Metellus thought he might like to know that a certain object had been discreetly and respectfully disposed of, and as soon as Rianorix was apprehended-which, thanks to information just received from an informer, he soon would be-the matter would be settled. “Perhaps for the sake of pacifying the locals, we should get you to confirm that Thessalus’s confession was never credible because of the state of his mind.”

“I can’t say that,” said Ruso.

Metellus sighed. “I do hope you’re not going to be difficult, Ruso. Although it doesn’t matter much now anyway: We have the evidence, and it’s obvious that he must be unhinged or he wouldn’t have confessed. As soon as we catch Rianorix-”

“You need to look at Gambax.”

“Gambax? Oh dear, Ruso. Has that girl been working on you again?”

“I’m pretty sure he and Felix were working some sort of scam with the infirmary ordering system. That’s where your fancy wine came from. I checked the amphora and the official mark’s been scrubbed off it. Gambax must have been buying it in for medicinal purposes and selling it to Felix, who distributed it. Only Felix was distributing it a bit too widely and Gambax realized he was going to get caught. Gambax must have seen the chance to finish him off and take over the distribution himself. Now I think he’s found out my clerk is onto him, and he’s tried to finish him too and blame the whole thing on the Stag Man. When Albanus wakes up I’m sure he’ll confirm it.”

Metellus shook his head sadly. “Go and lie down, Ruso. Nobody’s going to go around murdering people over a few amphorae of wine.”

“But if he thought he would be caught and punished-”

“You surely haven’t forgotten the evidence you carried home yesterday?”

“He could have hidden that somewhere and then taken it up there at night when he found out that Rianorix had been released and we were still looking for somebody else. Rianorix got up in the morning, saw it, panicked, and ran.”

“This is all sounding rather desperate.”

“You know Gambax was outside the fort somewhere when Felix was killed.”

“I told you. We checked everyone’s whereabouts. All the people he said he’d been to see actually saw him, and none of them noticed he was covered in blood and carrying a severed head. Perhaps they just forgot to mention it.”

“He could have seen them before he met Felix.” Ruso was aware that he was sounding desperate. “You should at least check his movements last night. Find out if he really was in the barracks polishing his kit when Albanus was attacked.”

“Ruso, the governor is arriving in the morning. I have better things to do than pursue your-”

“Who was it, then? You think Rianorix came back into town last night and tried to murder my clerk? Or did the Stag Man decide to pay a visit?”

Metellus gave him a long look. “I will of course be investigating the attack on your clerk. Let me know when he wakes up, and I’ll come and talk to him. In the meantime, I have to go and welcome another of your girlfriend’s former bedmates.”

“What?”

“Trenus of the Votadini. He’s been disarmed at the border and escorted into Coria for tomorrow’s meeting with the governor.”

“Trenus is a thief and a murderer,” said Ruso. “Tilla didn’t stay with him willingly.”

“Really? She was there for at least two years.”

“She couldn’t get away. If you want a clear-cut example of justice for the natives, why don’t you arrest him? She’ll testify.”

Metellus shook his head sadly. “This is exactly why I warned the prefect about involving an amateur. Your loyalty is commendable, but not appropriate.”

“I suppose you’re going to tell me it’s not that simple?”

“The Votadini are a self-governing friendly tribe, and the governor will be hoping to enlist their help in flushing out the Stag Man. If we invite one of their people to a meeting and then arrest him, there will be enormous political implications. I suppose you do understand that?”

“What I understand,” said Ruso, “is that we’re more interested in doing the easy thing than the right thing.”

Metellus shook his head. “No, no. We are interested in doing the thing that will get the right result. And the right result is that we keep order and make sure the taxes are collected.”