Lusitanians. They rebuilt the headquarters. There's a very fine dedication slab to them in Newcastle Museum, Collingwood Bruce found it here—it was reused as a paving stone in the Theodosian reconstruction—'
'For God's sake, Tony—are you getting money from the Portuguese?'
'Well, yes. That's what I'm trying to explain. There's a whole batch of them over here on some junket or other. The Reader in Portuguese History is a Fellow of King's, he laid this on for me.'
'Portuguese?' Butler frowned in bewilderment.
'Lusitanian, same thing. Lusitania was Roman Portugal,' Handforth-Jones explained. 'Portugal's supposed to be 'Our Oldest Ally'. It occurred to us they might like to see the one and only place where Portuguese troops served in Britain, which is Ortolanacum. Might make them feel generous, you know.'
'And they're coming here?' Audley cut in.
'That's right.' Handforth-Jones nodded. 'Some time in the next hour or so. Not all of them, of course.
Just the top man.' He grinned again. 'Which is a good thing, because I'm standing him lunch in Newcastle after he's seen the inscription on the slab in the museum just to prove I'm not making it all up.
Not that he'll make much of COH I AEL LUS, but no matter.'
Audley looked quickly and hopelessly at Butler.
'Was this common knowledge, this visit, Dr Handforth-Jones?' Butler asked.
Handforth-Jones stared from one to the other suspiciously. 'Well, I haven't tried to hide it. We've talked about it at dinner quite often.'
Common knowledge. So the visit of the Beast of Cazombo to Ortolanacum had been bandied around both King's and Cumbria—and by the cruelest mischance had not come to the ears of the one man who mattered.
'Damnation!' Audley studied the rock-strewn slopes of the crags above them on each side of the Boghole Gap.
Might as well look for a flea on a sheepdog's back, thought Butler bleakly. If Alek was up there already, it would take supernatural luck to spot him now.
'Damnation,' Audley muttered again, reaching the same conclusion a second later.
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He turned to Handforth-Jones. 'Tony, we're going to pull the curtain down on Anglo-Lusitanian friendship for the time being. I'm sorry.'
'Do I get to know why?' There was a mixture of resignation and curiosity in the archaeologist's voice.
'Or is this another bit of your top secret cloak and dagger?'
'I'm afraid more dagger than cloak this time, Tony. There may be a sniper up in the rocks waiting for your chief guest. And if there is, then we should be due for a student demo from Castleshields at just about the time he arrives.'
Handforth-Jones looked hard at Audley for a moment without speaking, presumably to satisfy himself that a silly question had not elicited a silly answer. But Audley's face was set too firm for that.
Butler hefted the shotgun in his grip.
'High Crags is the likeliest,' he grunted. 'He'll have a clearer shot from the right, and the ground's that bit more broken. I'll take that one.'
'No.' Audley shook his head. 'There's too much ground to cover. The only way to stop Alek now is to stop those young idiots from meeting Negreiros. Which means stopping Negreiros from getting here.'
'He'll be on the road by now,' said Handforth-Jones.
'Which way will he be coming?'
Handforth-Jones shrugged. 'It all depends whether he comes up the M1 or the'M6. I don't know where he's coming from. More likely the M1, I suppose, then turning off through Durham and Corbridge.'
Audley nodded. 'That'd mean he'll come from the east. I'll take my car down the road and try and head him off. Butler, you take the west—the Carlisle side. And just don't let him get in range of these crags.'
'No.'
Audley frowned at him.
'I was meant to be here, was I?' Butler spoke harshly. 'Meant to be in the way of the demo?'
'Out of the house but in the way. You weren't meant to miss the fun, I'd guess, Jack. I reckon we were all meant to be here. They planned it this way.'
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pride should have been twisted by the enemy to that end. He nodded towards the archaeologist. 'Dr Handforth-Jones can try the Carlisle road. I'll see what I can do to stop the demonstration getting here.'
'To stop it? How?'
Butler addressed Handforth-Jones. 'They'll take the path through Boghole Gap, won't they?'
'They're sure to, yes. It's a hell of a way round by the road.'
'Do you think you can stop them?' Audley asked in surprise.
'If they use the Gap, I can have a damn good try,' said Butler, still eyeing Handforth-Jones. 'That is, if I can
