Eco gripped my arm and shook it. I agreed; this was very interesting. 'Did your friend follow these tracks?'
'No, he turned back and went about his business, checking his traps.' Lacro raised an eyebrow. 'He didn't say as much, but from the look on his face, I think he felt afraid when he saw those tracks. This is a fellow who knows the marshes like his own mother's face; knows what belongs there and what doesn't, and if something's not right. He saw those tracks and felt a bit of awe, standing where Diana's gift had passed. Mark my words, that white fawn is in the marshes.'
Eco nudged me and put his hands to his throat, miming strangulation. Lacro looked puzzled.
I translated. 'If your friend was afraid to follow those tracks, then his instincts probably are good.' At least one person had already been murdered by the fawn's abductors.
'I don't quite follow you.'
I looked at him steadily. 'Yesterday, you spoke well of Sertorius… '
'I did.'
'And you spoke with reverence about the white fawn…'
'Diana's gift.'
'Lacro, I want to tell you a secret. Something very important.'
'So, what are you waiting for? Who can keep secrets better than an innkeeper?' He hooked his thumb and gestured to the sleeping quarters upstairs, as if alluding to all the trysts which had taken place under his roof that would never be revealed by his telling.
'And do you think this friend of yours could keep a secret, as well?' I said. 'And more importantly, do you think he might agree to guide a couple of strangers into the marshes? There's likely to be some danger-but there'll be a fee in it, too. A fee for you both…'
Before daybreak the next morning, we set out for the marshes.
Lacro and his friend, who was called Stilensis, led the way. Eco and I followed behind.
We came to the stand of trees where Stilensis had seen the tracks. They were still visible in the mud, picked out sharply by the first slanting rays of sunlight. We followed them. In places where the ground was too hard or too soft, the trail seemed to vanish, at least to my eyes, but our experienced guides were able to discern even the faintest traces. Occasionally even they lost the trail, and when that happened, they would patiently circle about until they found it again. Sometimes I could see how they did it, by spotting a broken twig or a crumpled leaf; at other times it seemed to me that they were guided by some hidden instinct, or simple luck. Perhaps Lacro would say that Diana showed them the way.
They also seemed to sense, by some unknown faculty, the mo-ment when we came within earshot of our prey. At the same moment, Lacro and Stilensis both turned and gestured for us to be utterly silent.
As for the enemy, there were only two of them, as the tracks had indicated; but the tracks had also indicated, by their size and depth, that the men making them were large fellows, with large shoes and heavy bodies. Fortunately for us, they were still asleep when we came upon them. They had no tent, and had made no fire. They slept on a bed of leaves, with light blankets to cover them.
Lacro and Stilensis had brought their hunting bows. While they notched arrows and took aim, Eco and I yanked away the men's blankets. They woke at once, scrambled to their feet, then froze when they saw the arrows aimed at them. They cursed in some native tongue.
Lacro asked them what they had done with the white fawn. The men grumbled and pointed toward a thick patch of bushes.
In a little clearing, Eco and I came upon the creature. She was tied to a small tree, asleep with her legs folded beneath het. At our approach, she stirred and lifted her head. I expected her to scramble up and try to bolt away. Instead, she stared at us sleepily and blinked several times, then threw back her head and seemed to yawn. She slowly and methodically unfolded her limbs and got to her feet, then sauntered toward us and lifted her face to be nuzzled. Eco let out a gasp of delight as he stroked the back of his hand against the shimmering white fur beneath her eyes.
We marched our prisoners through the marsh and then along the river road, with Eco leading the fawn by her leash, or as often as not being led by her. We stopped short of Sertorius's camp, and while the others waited in a secluded spot by the river, I went to give the general the news.
I arrived just in time. Only a single tent-the general's-was still standing. The troops had already begun the westward march toward the highlands. Sertorius and his staff were busily packing wagons and seeing to the final details of disbanding the camp.
Sertorius was the first to see me. He froze for an instant, then strode toward me. His face seemed to glow in the morning light. 'It's good news, isn't it?' I nodded. 'Is she well?' 'Yes.'
'And the scoundrels who took her-did you capture them as well?'
'Two men, both native Spaniards.'
'I knew it! I woke up this morning with a feeling that something wonderful would happen. Where is she? Take me to her at once! No, wait.' He turned and called to his staff. 'Come along, all of you. Wonderful news! Come and see!'
Among the officers, I saw Mamercus, carrying a cabinet out of the general's tent. 'Put that down, Mamercus, and come see what the Finder has caught for us!' shouted Sertorius. 'Something white! And two black-hearted Spaniards with her!'
Mamercus looked confused for a moment, then put down the cabinet. He nodded and stepped back into the tent.
'Come, Gordianus. Take me to her at once!' said Sertorius, pulling at my arm.
On the banks of the Sucro, the general and his fawn were re-united. I don't think I had ever seen a Roman general weep before. I certainly know that I had never seen one pick up a fawn and carry it about in his arms like a baby. For all his protestations that the white fawn was only a tool of statecraft, a cynical means of exploiting superstitions he did not share, I think that the creature meant much more than that to Sertorius. While she might not have whispered to him in the voice of Diana, or foretold the future, the white fawn was the visible sign of the gods' favor, without which every man is naked before his enemies. What I saw on the banks of the Sucro was the exultation of a man whose luck had deserted him and then had returned in the blink of an eye.
But Sertorius was a Roman general, and not given to undue sentimentality, even about his own destiny. After a while, he put down the fawn and turned to the two Spaniards we had captured. He spoke to them in their own dialect. Lacro whispered a translation in my ear.
They had treated the fawn well, Sertorius said, and had not harmed her; that was wise, and showed a modicum of respect for the goddess. But they had flouted the dignity of a Roman general and had interfered with the will of the goddess; and a young virgin had been murdered. For that they would be punished.
The two men comported themselves with great dignity, considering that they were likely to be slain on the spot. They conferred with each other for a moment, then one of them spoke. They were only hirelings, they explained. They knew nothing of a murdered girl. They had merely agreed to meet a man at the edge of the camp two nights ago. He had brought the fawn to them, wrapped in a blanket. They were to hide with the fawn in the marsh until Sertorius and his army were gone. They would never have harmed the creature, nor would they have harmed the girl who kept her.
Sertorius told them that he had suspected as much, that one of his own men-indeed, someone on his own staff, with adequate knowledge of the general's routine and the workings of the camp- must have been behind the kidnapping. If the two Spaniards were willing to point out this man, the severity of their own punishment might be considerably mitigated.
The two men conferred again. They agreed.
Sertorius stepped back and gestured to the members of his assembled staff. The two Spaniards looked from face to face, then shook their heads. The man was not among them.
Sertorius frowned and surveyed his staff. He stiffened. I saw a flash of pain in his eye. He sighed and turned to me. 'One of my men isn't here, Finder.'
'Yes, I see. He must have stayed behind.'
Sertorius ordered some of his men to stay and guard the fawn. The rest of us hurried back with him to the camp.
'Look there! His horse is still here,' said Sertorius.
