Terra Incognita

85

It was a good morning for burglars. Inns were abandoned, houses deserted, the forge and the carpenter’s workshop fallen silent. Even the painted whores had emerged into daylight, jostling with shoppers and slaves and traders and veterans for a position by the side of the road. Small children wanting a better view were trying to clamber onto the backs of older brothers and sisters. A mother was urging a toddler to wave at the cavalry, perhaps in the hope of a surreptitious wink from beneath the brow of a polished helmet as its owner rode out to meet the man who was bringing the authority of the emperor.

It was a good time to be a burglar. It was also a good time to sidle up to a man and murmur over his shoulder that he might like to follow you to somewhere more private.

Trenus’s bodyguards closed around her immediately, but he motioned them to stand back. “What do you want?”

Tilla murmured, “Have you forgotten me so soon, my lord?”

He turned and looked her up and down, taking in the pinkened cheeks. The low neck of the blue tunic.

She forced herself to slide a hand around his thick waist. She hoped he would not notice that the borrowed sandals were too big.

“You ran off,” he said.

“You should ask your wives who took me,” she said. “And ask them what they did with the profit.”

His eyes narrowed. “My wives? What profit?”

Her hand slid lower. “I have missed you, my lord.”

A smile twitched beneath the mustache.

“Quick, while my uncle is not here.” She moved away from the crowd and stepped toward a gap between two houses.

Incredibly, he seemed about to follow. Then he seemed to regain some grip on common sense and glanced at the bodyguards. One pushed her aside and strode into the narrow alleyway. The other gestured to her to follow him.

The alley smelled of urine and the walls on either side were green with old dampness. She thought, Only a fool would come down here in the company of an enemy.

There were footsteps behind her. Trenus was following while the other bodyguard watched the entrance.

Moments later there was a cry ahead of, “Clear, boss!” and she emerged into the daylight to find the bodyguard leaning against the back wall of the house, gazing across an empty yard with his arms folded. Just as she remembered Trenus’s other men doing years before. As if what was about to happen to her was nothing to do with them.

She thought, If I had a knife I might take him now. But of course she had not been allowed a knife. Besides, back at the fort, thirty-three people, who should have known better but who did not deserve to die, were depending upon her.

So when Trenus emerged from the gap between the houses, she seized his hand, led him under the cover of an almost-empty wood store, and said crisply, “I have to speak with you, my lord.”

Her arm was rammed up behind her back. The smell of his breath made her want to vomit. “Let me go!”

“I didn’t come here to talk.”

“Let me go, or I will tell you nothing.”

He slackened his grip, frowning. “What can you tell me?”

“It is private,” she said. “Tell your man to stand farther away.”

He eyed her for a moment, then gave the order.

“Farther still,” she demanded. When the man was out of earshot she said, ‘I know you are helping us to get rid of the Romans. If my people knew that, they would feel as I do. But they might wonder why. They might think you were trying to get rid of the army so you can take what we have for yourself. They might ask whether you can be trusted.”

“That’s my business.”

“They will not follow a man who will not give his reasons.”

“And they’ve sent a girl to tell me that?”

“No. What I want to tell you is that the soldiers have the Stag Man’s horse keeper among the prisoners in the fort. Sooner or later someone will give him up. And the Romans will find a way to make him talk.”

There were cheers from the street. They must have caught sight of the governor. Trenus said, “Who told you?”

“I saw him. I was taken too. But the Romans trust me. I’m with an officer, and Catavignus is my uncle. They think I’m on their side. They don’t know that I remember the Stag Man and I remember him coming to your house to collect the horse. If that prisoner talks you are in danger.”

The noise from the street grew louder. The bodyguard was distracted, trying to peer down the alley.

“And you’re telling me this,” said Trenus, “because you like me?”

“I never liked you,” she said, pulling her arm free. “And I don’t like you now. If you touch me again I shall scream rape. ” Nobody in the noisy crowd would hear, but she hoped he would not think of that. If only she had a knife. “When my uncle heats the mash, he leaves the windows open to clear the steam,” she said. “I was outside in the street. I heard you arguing with him. I know now why he thought I was dead. And I know that I owe you a debt.”

“Catavignus wanted us to finish the lot of you,” said Trenus. “In return for the livestock. But I thought that was a waste.”

“You showed me mercy,” she said, forcing herself not to be distracted by what she could see going on behind him. “This is why I am warning you now. Get out before the army arrests you.” She hesitated. “And think about giving my people reason to trust you.”

He grinned. “Tell your people the Votadini don’t like being told what to do by Rome any more than you do. When the time comes, we’ll be there.”

“Good.” Tilla smiled, and stepped back out of the way. “You have told me everything I wanted.”

Too late, he sensed movement behind him.

As the soldiers dragged Trenus and his hapless bodyguards off toward the fort, Metellus appeared. “Nicely done,” he said. “And I understood nearly every word without the interpreter. If anyone asks, we’ve just rescued you from an attempted rape.”

“Do not speak to me,” she said, rubbing the pink off her cheeks and kicking off the sandals she had borrowed from the maid of the prefect’s wife. “I owed him a debt, and I have paid it.”

“So I gather,” said Metellus. “You should be working for me. Have we really got the horse keeper?”

“No. And I would never work for you.”

“But you just have,” pointed out Metellus. He turned to a soldier who had appeared from the alley. “All going smoothly out there?”

“Fine, sir. All cheering like they mean it.”

“Excellent.” He seized Tilla by the wrist. “I don’t imagine you want to pay us another visit, so stay out of trouble.”

She lifted her chin. “The others should go free.”

“Of course. You have the prefect’s word. When we have time, we’ll let them all out.”

“You will not hurt them?”

Metellus frowned. “I don’t remember that being part of the agreement.”