Killer

from which they were carved had pitted badly, especially where the circular section had been joined by iron cramps.

It had never been a prepossessing structure. Now, with the roof half fallen into the sanctuary and the polarized light of the full moon accentuating the flaws pitilessly from above, the temple had the feeling of something to be found on the Street of Tombs outside the city walls.

Five streets met in the plaza which the temple fronted. Two bent around the front of an unusually large apartment block whose ground floor shops opened onto an inner courtyard. The lowest level of the brick facade was pierced only by two doorways: a normal-sized one giving access to the apartments in the upper stories, and a great stone-arched driveway through which goods wagons as well as customers could enter the courtyard.

The third floor-above the shops and the dwellings of the shop keepers-seemed to be given over to the suites of the wealthy. At that level, a loggia was corbelled out over the street. Planting boxes on the tiled roof of the loggia indicated that the inhabitants of the fourth story drew some benefit from the structure as well. The fountain serving the area was built against the wall of the apartment building, between the two doorways, instead of being sited in the center of the plaza. The fountain was something over eighty feet from the doors of the temple across from it.

N'Sumu looked around again, his eyes opaque, and hugged himself in what was clearly a response to the shudder which did not appear on the surface of his rich bronze skin. 'You're unbalanced,' he said aloud in angry wonder. 'It could attack at any time-from anywhere-and you stand here in the open.'

Lycon's helmet turned to the Egyptian. 'It had a chance to kill me under the Amphitheater,' the beastcatcher said softly. 'It passed me by. I think I'll have to give it a reason to change its mind about leaving me alive.'

'It didn't pass me by,' N'Sumu snapped. He hugged himself again, and the agitation which never seemed to enter his tone showed itself in the sudden volume with which he spat out the words. 'It knows that it's safe if it can kill me!'

'Does it know that?' asked the voice from the bronze grillwork. 'Then you'd best get out of danger, hadn't you?' The helmet nodded toward the leaves of the sanctuary door, behind Vonones and the bronze man.

Vonones reached for his friend, hesitated, and then transferred the whip to his left hand to grip Lycon with his right. 'Goddess Fortune be with you, my friend,' he said, and he sounded as if he wished that he could truly believe in any god, even Chance.

Lycon chuckled, and it might have been the helmet's constriction which made the sound that of a drowning man. He clasped Vonones' arm, hand to wrist, then released the merchant and shook himself. The bronze and the iron armor had the same pale sheen in the colorless moonlight. The beastcatcher touched the net slung over his left shoulder, but he did not transfer it to his hand for ready use as he stumped off across the plaza.

N'Sumu watched the armored Greek with a stride as careless as that of a male lion at the height of his powers. The eye Vonones watched in profile flickered from sandy opaqueness to the abnormal, glittering clarity which was nonetheless normal for N'Sumu. 'Do you know what he intends to do?' the Egyptian demanded without looking away from Lycon's back. The beastcatcher was nearing the apartment building opposite.

'I think so,' said Vonones. 'I'm afraid I do.' Then he added, 'Let's get inside.'

There was a large party of animal-handlers in the courtyard of the apartment block; most of them trained in the arena rather than the field but the best that could be assembled in Rome on the present schedule. Vonones had as little confidence in their ability to capture the lizard-ape in time as he did in the hope that Lycon's armor would preserve him for more than one swipe of the beast's talons. A creature which could unlock a cage with its claws was unlikely to be seriously deterred by protection which did not cover the throat or the great arteries of its victim's thighs.

Such benefit as the sword could bring would be effectively posthumous; and even that was doubtful.

N'Sumu opened the sanctuary door whose corroded hinges had proven more of an obstacle than the padlock which Lycon had struck off in preparation for this night. Temples were centers of ceremony, not worship. In all likelihood, this sanctuary had not been opened in eighty years, ever since the Emperor Augustus had refurbished and rededicated it and scores of similar temples in superficial homage to the ancient values which his programs were undermining.

The door had double leaves which pivoted inward. Before they had swung open a hand's breadth-too narrow a slit to pass even a creature as lithe as the sauropithecus-the Egyptian paused. A beam of light, tinged slightly with blue and seemingly as palpable as a jet of water, gushed into the sanctuary and flooded the walls, floor, and ceiling. Only then did N'Sumu open the door leaves the rest of the way so that he and the Armenian could enter. The light appeared to have come from somewhere on his chest; but his toga was unmarked and unremarkable, and Vonones had only memory and the afterimage to assure him that the light had existed at all.

'If you're worried about it getting in b-before us,' the animal dealer said with the hint of a stutter despite his attempts to control it, 'it could be behind those.' His whip nodded toward one of the door leaves, then the other. At the moment, he was more afraid of N'Sumu than he was of the sauropithecus itself.

'No, it couldn't,' said the Egyptian as he stepped into the sanctuary. There was no reason not to hide what had happened, because neither Vonones nor Lycon would survive the capture of the phile. They knew too much, and they had made dangerously accurate extrapolations from what they knew. Still, the emissary saw no reason to add that the light would have stained itself bloody red had it played over the crouching form of the creature they sought.

The walls of the sanctuary were not pierced by windows, but several square feet of roof tile had blown off in past years to let in a dim column of moonlight like the sun drawing water through a break in the clouds. Vonones' eyes adapted to see in a room ten feet square and perhaps thirteen feet to the ridgepole. The cult statue had been replaced at the time the temple was reconstructed; but the replacement was of wood also and had decayed thoroughly during decades of neglect. Splits along the grain of the wood had cracked off much of the paint from the limbs and features of the goddess, and the torso had not been painted at all: a robe would be draped over the figure in the unlikely event of a ceremony at this shrine. The statue had less character in the moonlight than did the water-marks on the interior stucco of the walls.

The Armenian looked upward sharply, as the fact of the moonlight made him consider the opening through which it fell. But the Egyptian-and almost certainly Lycon, when he chose the location, though he had not said anything about it-had already considered and rejected that concern. Though the tiles were gone, the framing members of the roof were spaced too tightly for the beast to enter between them. That it could tear its way through beams which rain and the sun's heat had gutted of their strength was probable; but the delay would leave it at the mercy of whatever force it was that N'Sumu controlled.

That thought aroused a more serious question. The animal dealer shifted so that he could see past the bronze-skinned man and out through the hand's-breadth slit to which N'Sumu had again closed the sanctuary doors. Lycon's armored figure had disappeared into the apartment building where he claimed to have stowed the remainder of his paraphernalia for this operation. The distance between the temple and the entrances to the apartment block had seemed short when the three men had been standing outside the sanctuary-a clout shot for an archer, certainly. But it was not archers involved this time… not that an arrow could be more than an instrument of revenge, for only if the lizard-ape were gripped by someone sure to be its victim would it be unable to dodge the missile.

Aloud, Vonones said, 'Master N'Sumu, will you be able to strike the creature down from this distance?'

The Egyptian did not look away from the facade of the building opposite. 'I should be closer,' he muttered. 'Perhaps he'll lead it this way.' He turned his head and added more sharply, 'You understand that I can't afford to hit your friend Lycon instead of the beast?'