Medicus

attempt to avert further disaster, he apologized on behalf of his girl. She might, he said, have been 'a bit overexcited' due to the circumstances and her condition.

It was dusk by the time the signaler had gone. Albanus offered to fetch a light, but Ruso told him not to bother and dismissed him for the day. Gathering up his medical case, he wondered what the signaler's girl had actually said, and whether he should insist on a translation, but then dismissed the thought. He was responsible for a mass of family debt, a sick slave, a list of hopeful patients he often didn't know how to help, and now word had got around that he had insulted the second spear by undermining his investigation into the suspicious death of the barmaid. In a moment he was going to have to sort out this business about the travel warrant, and tomorrow he would have to have a quiet word with Decimus. That was not going to be a pleasure for either of them. He had enough to worry about without wasting time on the opinions of hysterical women.

34

Contrary to Priscus's own policy, there was a yellow glow from beneath his office door. Ruso, hoping the man's expensive smell had faded during the afternoon, took a deep breath of fresh air before knocking and entering. 'Priscus,' he said, relieved that the smell was not as bad as he had feared, 'I don't know what you want, but I want to talk about cataract surgery.'

Priscus indicated the folding chairs. 'Do please sit down, Doctor. I was wondering at what time I might have the pleasure of your company.'

'I recommended a patient for examination by a specialist,' said Ruso, snapping open the taller of the two chairs and ignoring the hint that it was his own fault Priscus was being forced to use artificial lighting. 'Now I'm told his travel warrant has been refused. Perhaps you could explain.'

'Ah.'

'That was a medical decision.'

'Indeed.'

'We've had this discussion before.'

'Indeed we have, but-'

'I believe I made my position quite clear.'

'Perfectly. And I made clear to you that I would appreciate being consulted before costly decisions are made.'

'If you had been here,' pointed out Ruso, 'I would have mentioned it. As it was, nobody could tell me when you'd be back and the surgeon's heading off to Rome at the end of the month. If the auditors don't like it, you can blame me. Now can we stop playing games and get this travel warrant signed?'

Priscus leaned his elbows on the desk and placed his fingers together at the tips. 'I'm afraid this is a rather delicate matter.'

'We can sort the delicacies out after he's gone.'

Priscus sighed. 'I realize that the decision was made in my absence, before we had our little talk. I was only made aware of it yesterday when the man's centurion referred the sick leave request back here to confirm your signature. Evidently he had not realized we had a new doctor. Under the circumstances, I would not normally have intervened. Especially since you are particularly sensitive about this sort of thing. However, as you may be aware, I have the honor of supervising the Aesculapian Thanksgiving Fund.'

Ruso grunted. This was no surprise. Priscus seemed to have the honor of supervising everything remotely connected with the hospital.

'The fund,' Priscus continued, 'is used to pay for items or services of benefit to the patients that it is not possible to cover within the normal hospital budget.'

'Of course. Is this relevant?'

'I believe loaning out amounts that are currently surplus to the needs of the fund represents good stewardship.'

'So do I. I borrowed some of them.'

'I was delighted to note,' continued Priscus as if his speech had been prepared in advance, 'that in my absence you took advantage of the very favorable terms we can arrange.'

'Is that some sort of a problem?'

'No. No, indeed. Although of course we do have to make sure that should the funds be required for an emergency, they can be swiftly replenished.'

Ruso leaned back in the chair. 'Are you telling me,' he said, 'that you've managed to lend out so much money we can't pay for one man to visit an eye surgeon?'

'No, no! Of course not. Although, if I had not been away on business, I would have made sure the present level of the fund was checked before the loan was granted.'

Ruso shrugged. 'If the auditors pick it up, I'll tell them it wasn't you who handed out the cash. And by the time the bill comes in from the surgeon, we'll be past payday and you'll have your money back.'

'Thank you.' Priscus reached for a writing tablet. 'I'm afraid I must ask you to sign another voucher. Just a formality, of course, but we do have to show that we have some sort of guarantee.'

'What for? The pay clerks can subtract the money from my bonus.'

Priscus's lips twitched. 'Of course,' he said. His teeth appeared in a smile. 'But in view of the second loan you arranged yesterday, based also on the emperor's bonus, I think it would be wise.'

Ruso blinked. How in the name of all the gods did Priscus know what he had been doing at headquarters yesterday?

'Rest assured that this is entirely confidential, Ruso.'

Was that smile supposed to be reassuring?

'But you understand, with such a substantial loan, certain inquiries have to be made. Normally the inquiries would stay within the cashier's office, but since we have now won our battle to keep the Aesculapian fund largely under hospital control-'

'Priscus, if this is some sort of turf war between the Hospital and HQ-'

'Of course as your colleague on the hospital staff, I said nothing to the cashier's office that might cause you any difficulty. I thought you might prefer to settle this matter between ourselves. But as you see, that then leaves me in an awkward position. If we are to retain control of the Aesculapian fund for the benefit of the patients, the auditors will want to see that correct procedures are followed and some form of security is agreed for the loans.'

'I see.' He saw only too clearly. He saw that Priscus was wondering why he was borrowing large sums of money He saw that he did not have his father's cunning and if he was not careful, his attempts to save the family from the legacy of that cunning would quickly prove disastrous.

'Of course if you would prefer,' Priscus was saying, 'we could ask the camp prefect to authorize a suspension of the normal conditions.'

Ruso had to admire the way the threat had been made to sound like an offer of assistance. 'As you've no doubt been told,' he said, 'I'm in the process of replacing my household effects.' It struck him that he was starting to talk like Priscus. 'But I do have an excellent library of medical texts,' he said, 'which I think you'll find more than outweigh the value of the loan.'

Priscus hesitated. 'There would be a slight difficulty there.'

'Really?'

'The market for medical texts is a little-restricted. Valuable, of course, but not instantly salable. I'm afraid the auditors would be looking for something that could be turned into ready cash should the need arise.'

'It won't.'

'Of course not. As I said, this is just a formality.' Priscus's lips drew back to show his teeth again. 'I'm sure we can think of something suitable.'

Ruso could, but he was not going to admit to owning the title to the farm. If he did that, it would only be a matter of time before someone-and Priscus was bright enough, and nosy enough-would put everything together and realize how many layers of loans rested on that one small patch of land in southern Gaul.