‘You’ll see when we get there,’ I said to Brianus.
Junio caught my eye. ‘And you’d better relight that tar-torch in the fire, if you want to see anything at all. I think our transport is awaiting us — and here is the innkeeper, no doubt to tell us so!’
It was not quite as simple as he made it sound. The innkeeper insisted that I scratch him a receipt, agreeing that I’d taken the cart and that Biccus had occupied the bed; otherwise he would not get the payment, he declared. ‘It’s most irregular, in any case.’
I scratched the words he wanted on a piece of slate and he, still grudgingly, showed us to the cart. Biccus was helped up to the front — beside the scowling driver, so that he could point the way — though it was quite a squash, since two blazing torches were set on iron spikes each side to illuminate the road as much as possible, and there were unlit replacements stacked up behind the seat. Our own torch was thrust into another holder at the back, where its flickering light would cast its glow on us.
Then, with a final clattering of hooves, we were out of the courtyard of the inn and on our way.
TWENTY-FIVE
It was a long, cold, bumpy journey and long before it stopped my teeth were chattering again and my bones were stiffer still. There had been little conversation while we were on the cart — I think that I was not the only one to listen to the distant howling of the wolves or wonder if there were bears or bandits in wait round every bend.
If there were, they did not trouble us and at last we found ourselves deep in the countryside. We came to a little valley with a stream and a lane that led along it off the road. There the cart rumbled to a halt. Biccus scrambled down and came round to talk to us.
‘That’s the farmstead I was telling you about. What do you want the driver to do now?’
‘He can drive us down there and then take you home.’
Biccus shook his head. ‘No point in doing that. My wife will have given up expecting me tonight. She’ll have bolted all the doors and put the shutters up, and is no doubt sleeping with an axe beside the bed. She’ll have let the dogs out, too — though that would be all right — but she’s likely to attack me with it if I turn up in the dark. I think it’s safer if I stay with company and go back in daylight, if it’s all the same to you.’
‘Then we’ll all go to the farm together.’ I was glad of that, in fact. Biccus was the one who knew the area, and if we did run into anyone there was at least a chance he would be recognized.
Biccus nodded and we heard him scrambling back into his seat.
The lane was a narrow one and extremely dark, the more so as the torches were beginning to burn dim, and it took a little time to reach the house. When we did so, it came as a surprise. The driver came round to help us from the cart, but even as I got down and looked around I could scarcely take it in. The building was a mere dark smudge against the night, and the barns and stables ghostly silhouettes. There was no sound at alclass="underline" no noise of animals, no warning honk of geese and not a glint of light — nothing but the hoot of owls and the burble of the stream.
‘The place is deserted,’ I murmured in dismay. If the place was empty there was nothing to be learned.
Biccus was standing beside me in the gloom. ‘I told you that the owner had just moved away. Obviously the new man has not yet arrived. Well, that solves one problem. If there’s no one here, at least we can find a place to bed down in the barn. It will be warm and dry there, if nothing else.’
Brianus was lighting us another torch from the dying flickers of the old. He brought it to me, joyous. ‘And we’ve even got a light so we can see where we are going.’
I took it from him and led the way into the nearest barn. It was entirely bare — it had been swept and limewashed recently — but it was dry, as Biccus had observed. I had been in less comfortable lodgings on this very day. ‘This will do,’ I said resignedly. ‘Brianus, there is another barn next door. It looks as if it might have been a store for straw or hay. Go and see if there is any in there now. It’s possible that some was left to feed the horse before it went. If so — and if it is reasonably clean — bring a few armfuls here. We’ll make a mattress out of it and then we’ll sleep like kings. At first light we’ll have a quick look round before we travel back.’
The cart-driver, who had followed us inside, looked balefully at me. ‘Are you including me in that proposition, citizen? If so, you’ll have to think again. I’ve got a comfortable bed awaiting me at home, and horses to think of. I was instructed to bring you over here. No one said anything about waiting overnight. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be getting back, while I still have enough torches for the trip. I don’t want to run into those rebels on the way — I heard what they did to that poor lictor earlier, and I don’t want it happening to me.’
‘What happened to the lictor?’ Junio and I exclaimed in unison.
The driver raised an eyebrow. ‘Don’t say you didn’t hear? The body was found not far away from here by a customer of ours, hacked to little pieces and without a head. They would not have known him, if it wasn’t for the toga-clasp and the ring.’
‘The ring?’
‘A seal-ring. They found it on the finger of a severed hand. It was brought in to the curia and one of the councillors identified the seal — the lictor had written several times to him.’
‘Porteus?’ I murmured.
‘I couldn’t tell you that. All I know is they had to use one of our hiring-vehicles to go and pick the pieces up — they couldn’t leave a lictor out lying on the road, but no one else had a vehicle to spare and the army death-cart was busy somewhere else.’ He frowned at me. ‘I’m surprised you didn’t know. There was an awful fuss. Surely you were in the garrison tonight? Didn’t they send you over to requisition me?’
This was an unexpected awkwardness! ‘I went home to get some items from my household first,’ I answered hastily. ‘This must have happened after the city gates were closed.’
To my surprise he seemed satisfied by this. ‘Pretty close, I think. I know they had to open up to let us bring the body in. Apparently the man’s wife had only just arrived by sea, and they had to go and let her know the news. Poor woman. She identified the toga-clasp and is going to organize a proper funeral — though she hasn’t even moved into her home. In the meantime the body’s lying in the fort.’ He shook his head again. ‘I’m still surprised they didn’t tell you when you went back tonight.’
‘I did hear something,’ I replied, remembering suddenly what the watch had said. Of course, it was the lictor’s body they had meant, not Pronta’s, as I’d thought! ‘Only I thought they were talking about someone else — a person who’d been murdered earlier.’
‘Ah, the driver of the treasure-cart!’ he said. ‘That’s another citizen the rebels killed today. To say nothing of the escort, and those men were armed. You can see why I am anxious to get home.’
‘In spite of the rebels being on the road?’ Junio put in.
‘There’s nothing on my cart to steal and I’m clearly not a Roman, so I hope to Juno that they’ll let me pass. If not, I won’t give up without a fight. I’ve got a knife about me and I’ll use it, too. Take one of them with me, if I do no more.’ He spat on his hand and rubbed his ear for luck, then made an unexpected dash into the court. We heard him jumping up on to the cart.
‘Wait!’ I shouted after him, but he was gone and we could only stand and trace the disappearing flicker of the lights as the cart rattled down the lane again. We three were left in darkness — Brianus had our torch — and with one accord we groped toward the other barn.
The door was open and we could see inside. This barn wasn’t empty like the other one. Brianus had found a sconce to hold the torch and was using his hands to rake together a few remaining strands of hay that were scattered around the bottoms of the wall — ignoring the pile of heavy sacks and boxes which took up the whole of the centre of the floor, and which were roughly covered by a huge coarse sacking cloth.