inn all night, the only person seen near it is your woman, and today it flattened some of my best men.”
“Why would Tilla help someone interfere with a wagon?”
“She’s a native,” said Postumus, as if that explained everything.
“She’s my housekeeper.”
“So you think you can trust her?”
“Of course!” In the silence that followed Ruso wondered if he had said it a little too quickly. “She’s very loyal,” he insisted, uneasily recalling I am not a friend of the army.
“We hope so,” put in Metellus from the corner. “Because she’s told Postumus she was out there with the god Cernunnos.”
“Oh, for goodness’ sake!” Ruso’s exasperation was as much with Tilla as with her questioners. If she could not manage to control her imagination, why could she not at least learn to control her tongue? “She’s very religious,” he said. “Superstitious. You know what the natives are like. She heard the stories. She saw him outrun the cavalry this afternoon. She probably got confused with something she saw in the lightning.”
“You just said she was reliable,” pointed out Postumus.
“She is.”
“I heard she was caught stealing.”
“That was a misunderstanding. She was just trying to save me some money.”
“Save you money? A woman? That’s a first.”
“I told you she was unusual,” said Ruso.
“Our friend Metellus here,” said Postumus, “wants to get his hands on whoever this Cernunnos is and ask him a few questions. I want to get my hands on him and kill him. Trouble is, nobody’s got much to go on.”
“This is all very interesting, Ruso,” said Metellus. “I’m surprised you didn’t mention any of it earlier.”
“I didn’t know,” Ruso said, feeling sweat trickle down his spine and wishing he had at least said something about Tilla being local.
“She didn’t tell you she saw the antlered man in the yard? That’s interesting.”
“She told me she saw something,” said Ruso. “I didn’t take much notice, frankly.”
“We all know what the natives are like,” said Metellus. “But now if she’s telling the truth, we have a witness who’s seen this man-which undoubtedly he is-close up. So we’re rounding up a few suspects and we’ll get her to take a look at them in the morning.”
“I see,” said Ruso, making a mental note to urge Tilla to cooperate.
“I thought as her owner you ought to be kept informed. But you won’t mention it to her, of course.”
“Er-no.”
“We don’t want anyone having advance warning. If we can get ahold of him, the man in the yard should be able to tell us a lot of things we’d like to know. Who knows? Maybe your housekeeper will solve our problems at a stroke.”
Ruso said nothing, entranced by the prospect of Tilla solving problems rather than causing them. Then he retrieved Arria’s letter and got to his feet. He wanted to go and check on the carpenter.
“Off to investigate your latest body?” said Postumus.
“I was asked to do a postmortem,” Ruso assured him, marveling at the speed with which gossip could travel. “I’m not involved in the investigation.”
Postumus snorted. “That’s what you told everybody last time.”
Ruso’s glare was wasted, since the centurion had his eyes closed.
“Last time?” inquired Metellus, a little too casually.
“There was an unexplained death at Deva,” Ruso said. “There was a misunderstanding about the inquiries.”
“Like his housekeeper being a thief,” put in Postumus. “That was a misunderstanding too.” He leaned back against the painted wall. Instantly he jerked forward. “Hercules, that’s hot!”
“The Second Spear ran the investigation,” Ruso pointed out, retrieving his towel. “Not me. Now if you’ve finished, I’ve patients to see.”
“Hey!” said Postumus when Ruso was halfway out the door. “Where did you get that shave?”
Ruso jerked a thumb toward the exit. “Out there,” he said. “He’s very good. Tell him you’re in a hurry and you’ll be done in no time.”
18
Ruso returned to the infirmary to find that little had improved in the few hours since he had performed the amputation at the roadside. The carpenter had woken but was weak and incoherent, which did not bode well. He wondered whether he should send for the girlfriend tonight. When Tilla turned up-what was taking her so long? — he would ask her to fetch her.
The malingerers had taken to their beds. Albanus was diligently walling himself into a corner behind stacks of half-sorted record tablets and Gambax was sitting beside the chaotic pharmacy table apparently doing nothing at all.
Ruso beckoned Albanus out from behind the wall. “That can wait,” he said, summoning him out into the corridor. “Go and sort your quarters out and finish the records tomorrow. Otherwise you’re going to end up being given a scrubbing brush.”
Albanus grinned and left. Gambax was still sitting by the pharmacy table as if he was waiting to be told to move.
“Well?”
“I’m stuck, sir.”
Ruso went across and picked up a writing tablet that read, Patients must wash Air Floors and walls Mattresses
“Is this as far as you’ve got?”
“I couldn’t remember the other thing, sir. So I was waiting to ask you. I didn’t want to get it wrong.”
“Bedding,” said Ruso, understanding why centurions were equipped with solid and knobby vine sticks and wondering whether he could borrow one to goad Gambax into action. “Next time, get on with what you can remember.”
Gambax’s “Yes, sir!” made it sound as though Ruso had just made a brilliant suggestion that had never occurred to him before.
“I’ve been to see Doctor Thessalus,” continued Ruso. “He was very confused. Has he been like this before?”
“Confused, sir?”
“Confused,” confirmed Ruso, aware that Gambax’s habit of repeating the question rather than answering it, combined with the secrecy of Thessalus’s confession to murder, was going to make it extremely difficult to find out anything useful.
“I wouldn’t say he was confused, sir. Not really.”
“Was he all right when he was on duty last night?”
Gambax shook his head. “I don’t know, sir. We take turns doing night duty.”
“So when was the last time you saw him, apart from taking his food across?”
“He was all right when we came back from Susanna’s.”
“And that was last night?”
“Yes, sir. It was my birthday. Doctor Thessalus took a few of us out to celebrate. He’s very good to his staff, sir.”
“And when you came back here, was he all right then?”
“I don’t know. I went to my quarters and Doctor Thessalus went out on an emergency call.”
“Out? Outside the fort?”
“I don’t know where,” said Gambax, anticipating the next question. “You’d have to ask him that.”
Ruso managed to establish that an emergency summons from a patient living out in the civilian housing
