time?”
“What? Oh. Not for long.”
“How did you stop her?”
Ruso frowned. “I seem to remember sitting on a garden bench,” he said, “and she started chattering about the sunset, or something. She seemed quite happy so I let her get on with it. Then she got hold of my hand and asked me what I was thinking about. So I said, ‘The treatment of anal fistulae.’”
Valens grinned. “That was particularly imaginative.”
“No it wasn’t. I was answering the question. After that she never asked me again. Now that I think about it, she didn’t speak to me for the rest of the evening. Valens, where was Gambax last night?”
“Gambax? I’ve no idea. In the barracks, I suppose. He wasn’t here. It was just me and a bandager. Why, should he have been on duty?”
“I need to talk to Albanus.”
“I told him to clear off after the evening meal. I expect he’s gone to try his luck with Susanna’s girl. He’ll be back soon; it must be nearly curfew.”
“Albanus didn’t say anything about the work he was doing for me?”
Valens frowned. “Oh, he was worried about something as usual. Something to do with the administration. He didn’t seem to want to talk to me about it.”
Ruso got to his feet. He needed to talk to Aemilia about that business with the ring, but it was too late to go visiting her at this hour. He would go across to see how Thessalus was and find a way to tell him what had happened.
He had barely sat down in Thessalus’s chair when there was a hammering on the door and the guard informed him that he was wanted back at the infirmary for an emergency. When he got there, an orderly was hurrying down the corridor with extra lamps. To his surprise the squat figure of Audax emerged from the treatment room.
“It’s your lad,” he said.
“My-?”
“Your clerk. Found him down the same alley.”
Albanus lay pale and unconscious on the table, his face and clothes covered in blood. Valens was crouched beside him, holding the lamp dangerously close and gently probing the matted hair on the back of his skull.
“What is it?” demanded Ruso, picking up the scent of Albanus’s hair oil and dreading what he was about to see.
“Depressed fracture, I think. Hurry up with those lights, will you?”
Ruso said, “Was he conscious when you found him?”
“He was muttering something,” said Audax. “Dunno what.” He drew Ruso aside and murmured in his ear, “At least he’s all in one piece. I’m off down there now. Got to clean another bloody stag picture off the wall. This is getting out of hand.”
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How many of you buggers have we got here now?” demanded Audax. “There’s the skinny one locked up with his brains on the boil, there’s you, and now your mate’s turned up. And still you can’t fix him.”
Albanus had opened his eyes and muttered a few words late last night before lapsing back into unconsciousness. This morning he was lying in a bed with his head swathed in linen bandages barely whiter than his face. The smell of the strong vinegar Ruso had used to check any bleeding of the membrane around the brain still lingered in the air.
Ruso, who had been up half the night tending him, yawned and leaned against the wall. He felt this was his fault. He had brought Albanus to this wretched place. He should have thought to warn him about that alleyway. He should have ignored the Batavians’ cover-up schemes and told him the truth about the danger that lurked in the streets of Coria. Worst of all, he should never have asked him to interfere in Gambax’s affairs.
He could say none of this in the presence of Audax. Instead he said, “It’s just wait and see now.”
“Never mind waiting and seeing,” retorted Audax. “You want to give him a dose of Doctor Scribonius.” He thrust forward a fist containing a square bottle of greenish glass with an inch of dark liquid swilling around inside. “I’ll bring some more over later.”
When the centurion had gone, Ruso sat on the edge of the bed and watched the faint rise of his clerk’s chest with each breath. He laid one hand over the cold fingers. “You’re not going to die, Albanus,” he assured him. “We’re not going to lose another man from the Twentieth. We won’t let you go.”
For a moment he thought there was some flicker of movement behind the eyelids. “Albanus?” He waited, but there was no further sign. He tucked the clerk’s hand in under the harsh gray blanket and summoned Ingenuus to sit with him. “Any problems, send for Valens,” he told him. “Don’t let Gambax anywhere near him. And don’t give him that tonic till we find out what’s in it.”
Gambax was busy smudging out one stroke of the “II” after “Days to Governor’s Visit.”
“Where were you last night, Gambax?”
“Polishing my kit, getting ready for the governor. You said Doctor Valens was on duty.”
“So I did,” agreed Ruso, leaning against the wall and folding his arms. “Doctor Valens is on duty again now. He’s the only one allowed to touch Albanus. I shall be out.”
He waited until Gambax had finished and gone back inside. He was alone with the images of the gods. Since arriving at Coria he had neglected one of them completely and never bothered to find out the name of the other. He asked forgiveness of both. Then he stretched out his arms to the image of Aesculapius, and prayed for the life of the clerk he himself had failed to protect.
He only became aware of someone standing behind him in the street when he had finished speaking.
Metellus thought he might like to know that a certain object had been discreetly and respectfully disposed of, and as soon as Rianorix was apprehended-which, thanks to information just received from an informer, he soon would be-the matter would be settled. “Perhaps for the sake of pacifying the locals, we should get you to confirm that Thessalus’s confession was never credible because of the state of his mind.”
“I can’t say that,” said Ruso.
Metellus sighed. “I do hope you’re not going to be difficult, Ruso. Although it doesn’t matter much now anyway: We have the evidence, and it’s obvious that he must be unhinged or he wouldn’t have confessed. As soon as we catch Rianorix-”
“You need to look at Gambax.”
“Gambax? Oh dear, Ruso. Has that girl been working on you again?”
“I’m pretty sure he and Felix were working some sort of scam with the infirmary ordering system. That’s where your fancy wine came from. I checked the amphora and the official mark’s been scrubbed off it. Gambax must have been buying it in for medicinal purposes and selling it to Felix, who distributed it. Only Felix was distributing it a bit too widely and Gambax realized he was going to get caught. Gambax must have seen the chance to finish him off and take over the distribution himself. Now I think he’s found out my clerk is onto him, and he’s tried to finish him too and blame the whole thing on the Stag Man. When Albanus wakes up I’m sure he’ll confirm it.”
Metellus shook his head sadly. “Go and lie down, Ruso. Nobody’s going to go around murdering people over a few amphorae of wine.”
“But if he thought he would be caught and punished-”
“You surely haven’t forgotten the evidence you carried home yesterday?”
“He could have hidden that somewhere and then taken it up there at night when he found out that Rianorix had been released and we were still looking for somebody else. Rianorix got up in the morning, saw it, panicked, and ran.”
“This is all sounding rather desperate.”
“You know Gambax was outside the fort somewhere when Felix was killed.”
“I told you. We checked everyone’s whereabouts. All the people he said he’d been to see actually saw him,
