“I was,” said Hunter.
The warriors began yelling again, but Odover held up his hand for silence. He got it.
“You have been our guest here. What have you told the Romans of us?”
“I told them I am still searching for all the members of my party,” said Hunter. “I wish to return home to safety with them, nothing more.”
“He lies,” Sigismund growled.
“Test him,” Steve said suddenly. “See what he’ll tell you about them, instead.” Since the Germans were clearly about to mount their attack, and were supposed to defeat the Romans anyway, Steve figured that helping them a little would be acceptable. Besides, Hunter could be trusted to judge for himself what to reveal.
“Speak, Hunter,” Odover said Quietly.
“Tell us their line of march,” said Sigismund, glaring at Hunter.
“They march along the road that overlooks the Weser River,” said Hunter. “Today, it will take them high on the shoulder of a mountain overlooking the river, with open country above it. Tomorrow the country becomes more rugged, and they will have to choose between a couple of different passes through the mountains.”
“That is right,” said Sigismund slowly. “From what I have heard.”
“Prince Arminius knows his business,” said Hunter. “All we ask is to go in peace and gather our party together.”
“Keep them here,” said Sigismund. “Until the action has begun.”
“No,” said Vicinius. “They will not be prisoners here. I brought them here as my guests and they will go in peace.” He turned to Hunter and nodded.
“Steve.” Hunter inclined his head toward the forest and began to walk that way.
Steve glanced at Vicinius, who was shifting his position to remain between Sigismund and Hunter. Then Steve trotted toward the edge of the village, paralleling Hunter so he would not have to pass any of the hostile warriors. As soon as he reached the trees, he slowed down to pick his way through the underbrush to Hunter.
Suddenly shouts rose up behind him. When he turned to look, he saw Sigismund shove Vicinius aside and lead the warriors after Hunter and him, shaking their weapons. Steve took off at a run, crashing through the bushes and dodging around trees.
“This way, Steve,” Hunter called. He angled behind Steve, cutting off the warriors. “Run!”
“Like I didn’t know better,” Steve muttered, pausing to yank his cloak free of a branch.
The warriors were yelling at the edge of the village, but that was all they were doing. They were not throwing their spears or shooting arrows. Steve decided, as he shoved between a couple of large bushes, that they were merely helping their visitors on their way.
After a few minutes, Steve stopped to catch his breath. The village was already out of sight. Hunter joined him.
“You are well?” Hunter asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Now what?”
“We shall spend the night with Jane and Gene in the Roman camp. Tomorrow, I believe, the attack will take place. We shall leave the Romans tomorrow morning and avoid the violence.”
“Sounds good to me.” Steve looked up at the sky. Through the canopy of trees and the dark clouds, he could see only a hint of the sun’s position. “But it’s only late morning now, isn’t it? We have the rest of the day. You want to go back to the Romans already?”
“We must not let them get too far from us,” said Hunter. “Because of the heavy wagons in their baggage train, and the time they require to prepare in the morning and to make camp at night, they will move more slowly than we shall. However, since we are both on foot, our advantage is not too great.”
“From everything I’ve heard, MC 3 may be over at a neighboring village. At least, they know something about him. I think we ought to take a look.”
“I agree,” said Hunter. “We should try to avoid both German warriors who may be moving and also any Roman patrols. At this stage, both sides are becoming wary of strangers.”
“It’s okay with me. But, I don’t know if I can find this other village.”
“There are many trails through the forest. I know which general direction to take. We shall find it.”
Steve had little to say as Hunter chose a direction and led him through the trees. Asking him how he was making his choices would invite an answer that was more complicated than it was worth. Between the data about the terrain and the forest that Hunter had stored continuously since arriving, and his enhanced hearing, Hunter was using too much information that he would have to explain at length. Steve decided just to keep walking.
Hunter located a trail fairly quickly but they left it periodically to avoid Germans Hunter heard coming. Some were warriors walking with a quiet determination. Others were old men simply out gathering firewood. When the Germans had passed, Hunter returned to the trail.
On several occasions, he mentioned to Steve that he could hear small groups of horses in the distance. They were almost certainly Roman patrols, but they never drew near enough to alter Hunter’s direction. Hunter and Steve spent several hours moving through the forest, sometimes retracing their steps and moving from one trail to another.
Wayne spent much of the day hiding outside the village of Prince Arminius. Ishihara was adept at moving them to remain upwind of the village dogs and to avoid the war parties that kept arriving in the village. Prince Arminius received each war party enthusiastically. Then he sent them on their way, always in the same direction. Julius remained near him, and MC 3 stayed close to Julius.
“Julius must have said something to him about helping him or not straying too far,” said Wayne. “MC 3 has to be responding to a Second Law instruction to behave so consistently.”
“Very likely,” said Ishihara.
“When they found me here, they tied me up. Yet they seem to have adopted him.”
“Perhaps his willingness to cooperate under the Second Law made him seem like a friend,” said Ishihara.
“Yeah, maybe. He must have shown up as a kind of lost crazy man. But it’s all going to make getting him away harder. If he won’t leave Julius’s side, we’ll have to hope Julius and MC 3 go take a few minutes away from everyone else.”
“I have observed Julius’s trip to the latrine in the hope that they would be alone,” said Ishihara. “However, with so many visiting warriors, that has not been the case.”
“You have any suggestions?” Wayne asked sourly.
“Only to wait for our opportunity,” said Ishihara. “Impatience would be a mistake.”
“I was afraid you’d say that.”
Marcus did not speak to the Governor as they rode side by side at the head of the army during the afternoon. Occasionally he made a few friendly observations to Jane about the weather or the scenery. Actually, however, he was carefully eyeing the muddy road ahead as they topped every rise and rounded every curve.
He did not expect German warriors to appear unannounced on the open slopes that the army was crossing that day. What he was looking for was rugged, difficult terrain in the distance that they would have to cross the next day or the day after that. Late in the afternoon, when the army halted to make camp, he remained mounted and examined the winding route that lay in front of them.
“What is it, Marcus?” Jane looked from the road back to him. “You see something?”
“Nothing dangerous at this moment,” said Marcus. “But do you see how the road forks, down this slope in the distance?”
Jane paused, looking. Finally she nodded. “Oh, I see it, now. The army will reach that fork in the first hour of marching tomorrow.”
“I’m not sure which way we’re going. But the fork on the left leads into some very rugged country.”
Governor Varus dismounted and glanced up at him. “Something wrong, Tribune?”
“No, sir. Uh-I thought I might take our guests on a brief ride back along the troops for a moment, though, if they’re interested in seeing the sights.”
“You haven’t had enough riding for the day?” Governor Varus shook his head, handed his reins to a groom, and wearily walked away.
“Would you come with me for a moment?” Marcus asked, looking at Jane and Gene.