Volso’s face descended closer to his horse’s mane. ‘Really!’ he mumbled. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’
‘Don’t be coy, lad,’ said the glass-blower. ‘She slipped into your bedroom around midnight, and it was daylight when I saw her slip out…’
Gibes rang through the party.
‘That… That was none of your business,’ Volso spluttered.
‘It makes life all the more fascinating.’ Iliona laughed. ‘Other peoples’ affairs. Tell me,’ she asked the glass-blower, ‘did you notice whether this luscious beauty happened to wear a ring on her forefinger, with a distinctive amber stone?’
‘Hey, hey! Now you mention it, she did,’ he jeered back. ‘You were witness to this assignation back in Bern, were you, Iliona?’
‘Bern,’ she confirmed, throwing back her head, so that her ringlets bounced up and down like springs. ‘Also Novara, six days out of Rome. That inn where we holed up for the night in the Lepontine Alps. The tavern in the Emmental…’
‘Volso?’ The slipper-maker was amazed. ‘With a woman? Well, come on then. Tell us what she looked like! Was she a long, thin dollop like her beau, or a beauty bewitched by his charm and his charts?’
‘The description’s down to you, I’m afraid, Iliona,’ the glass-blower said. ‘I only saw this lovely from the side, pulling her wrap low over her face.’
‘She was veiled every time I saw her, too, so I can’t help you folks.’
‘That suggests she was a married woman, travelling with a merchant in the delegation,’ Maria concluded, drawn into the gossip despite herself. ‘Volso, how could you?’
‘She…she’s… Look, can’t you drop this?’ he whined. ‘Please? This is excruciatingly embarrassing for me.’
‘That’s why it’s such fun, old man. Watching you squirm is the most fun we’ve had since leaving Bern.’
‘Right,’ everybody chorused, but in the end it was Mother Nature who spared Volso’s further blushes, because the ground rose up steeply at that point and they needed to concentrate on the track.
Bare outcrops of rocks appeared, slippery under the hoof, and Claudia’s lip curled as she peered at her horse. Sturdy enough little devil, with its short ears and thick legs, but typically of these squat Sequani ponies it had rounded jowls which gave it an oddly sullen expression, and this one seemed sulkier than most. But then again, perhaps it was homesick? Again something twisted in her gut when she thought of the farmer and his family ‘Shit!’
The voice was Volso’s, and it was pure terror. She glanced back over her shoulder, and saw that he’d pulled his horse up dead. Of course! Preoccupied with other matters, she’d forgotten his horror of heights. And this was certainly what you’d call precipitous. Hard to imagine that the river which gushed so forcefully out of the rock in a glorious triple cascade was invisible now, the only indication of its presence a twist in the tree cover below.
‘I c-can’t,’ Volso stuttered, ‘I can’t do this.’ Claudia reined in. Negotiating the treacherous path, the others had gone on ahead, leaving only Volso, Orbilio, two drivers, Junius and old Hanno. ‘Concentrate on the scenery,’ she said. ‘And look ahead, rather than down.’
The lines on the astrologer’s face had become deeply ploughed furrows, the hollow eyes caverns. His skin was sweat-beaded, tinged with yellow and green.
‘I can’t. You’ll have to leave me, I’ll find another way to Vesontio.’
‘Don’t be so daft, man,’ Hanno said. ‘See that rock?’ His gnarled old hand pointed two miles along the ravine to the tallest outcrop poking through the forest. ‘That’s Serpent Point. The gorge bears round to the left, but according to Arcas, and he should know, once we’re over the brow of Serpent Point it’s downhill all the way to Vesontio.’
‘I don’t care.’
‘Tch, stubborn as my mules,’ Hanno cackled, ‘but only half as handsome. Well, if you behave like a mule, I’ll have to treat you like one. Get down.’
‘W-what?’
‘Come on, come on, we haven’t got all day. Down, man. Off your horse. Can you two,’ he asked the drivers, ‘lead the horses on ahead, because we five need to walk the next bit.’
‘Walk?’ The sweat ran in rivulets down Volso’s face, and any trace of yellow in his skin had been swallowed by the green. His whole body trembled like an aspen in a gale.
‘Walk,’ Hanno reiterated. ‘And you won’t need to bother about the pretty scenery, because’-he untied the kerchief round his neck-‘you’re going to be blindfolded.’
His mouth formed the words ‘just like a skittish horse’ to the others, and his wizened face broke into a broad grin as he tied his scarf tightly round the astrologer’s eyes.
‘I’ll take one arm,’ he said, ‘you take the other, young feller, and them two lovebirds can follow behind. Everyone set?’
‘I am not a lovebird,’ Claudia snapped to the muleteer’s back, and behind her a tall, dark-haired patrician tried unsuccessfully to turn a laugh into a cough.
‘Having fun?’ he quipped, and if looks were weapons, he’d have been charred to the bone with a fireball. ‘I think maybe we should take our honeymoon in Gaul, what do you think? The picturesque mountains surrounding Lake Geneva?’
‘Drop dead.’
‘Oh, you’d prefer the southern coast of Massilia and the Camargue marshes, would you? Well, that’s fine by me, we can-’
‘Orbilio, there’s a scientific term for your condition. Lunacy.’
Ahead of them, the blindfolded, quivering, but nevertheless trusting, Volso was being chivvied along by Junius and Hanno. Three jackdaws cast off lazily from the trees on the opposite side of the gorge and began to caw as they circled the valley.
Marcus pulled a sprig of valerian from the rock face and sniffed its heady bouquet. ‘You have trouble with that word, don’t you?’ He grinned.
‘Lunacy?’
‘Marriage.’
‘Oh, no.’ Claudia beamed a radiant smile up at him. ‘It’s not the word I have trouble with. It’s the sentence!’
And with that, she strode ahead to link up with her bodyguard, Drusilla trotting at her ankles, tail held high.
They had not covered more than fifty paces, before Junius stuck out his arm. ‘Look,’ he said. ‘Ahead.’
They squinted. Then saw what was happening.
‘What?’ quivered Volso.
‘Oh. A…a cloud,’ Claudia said. ‘Right over Serpent Point. For a minute we all thought it was the winged man-eating monster which is reputed to have its lair up there, but,’ she let out a merry laugh, ‘it’s just a cloud.’
Cloud be buggered. As the vanguard, a good half mile ahead by now, skirted the rim of the rock, the ledge seemed to give way. At the front, Arcas had sprung off his horse and was struggling to keep a hold of its reins. Panic had set in to the two pack horses tied behind. They shied and reared, although no sound came back because the wind carried it along the canyon to Serpent Point. Helpless, they watched as the horses bucked and kicked, and then the back horse missed its footing…
As though in slow motion, they watched the animal’s hindquarters slide over the ledge. Slowly, slowly, it fell, and for a moment it looked as though the front two could support its weight and pull it clear. Arcas was straining with the effort. Theo had sprung off his horse and was hauling with Arcas, the pair of them braced against the rocks as they pulled.
But the weight of three frightened horses was too much to hold. And with one final jerk, the whole string of them fell, tumbling through the air, crashing through the leaves. Down, and down, and down…
‘Are you sure it’s just a cloud? You’ve all gone very quiet-’
‘No,’ Marcus said. ‘Just a cloud.’
And as one the group moved forward again, and if Volso noticed that no one said a word after that, he didn’t mention it. By the time they rejoined the main body of the party, the bare face of Serpent Point loomed less than a mile away and Volso wasn’t the only one who stood, white-faced and trembling, hardly believing they’d survived that perilous ridge.
‘Mount up,’ Arcas said.
‘But what about you?’ Dexter asked.
‘Don’t worry about me,’ the woodsman growled. ‘I can keep up.’ Glancing back along the ledge to the place where his horses plunged to their deaths, he pursed his lips and scrunched up his face. Then with a sharp oath, he shouldered his pack, drew a deep breath and said, ‘Let’s get the hell out of here. Daylight’s fading, I want to be over that point before making camp.’