Jane looked at Gene, shrugging.
“I couldn’t see, either,” said Gene. “But I suppose he is still with them.”
17
As the legionaries and work crews continued to raise the camp around them, Hunter quickly reviewed his historical data. It did not contain enough detail to help him. “Gene, has the governor so far altered anything because of Marcus?”
“I don’t think so,” said Gene. “Marcus is very angry right now over his failure to convince Governor Varus that the Germans could be a real danger. That must mean the governor has not changed his orders.”
“Good,” said Hunter. “If the change has been confined to Marcus, then it may not matter. What about the Germans? Are they acting differently?”
“Sorry.” Gene shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t help you there.”
“No?”
“The historical records discuss the Roman failure to prepare for the ambush in Teutoburger Forest, and the attack itself,” said Gene. “They really don’t give much detail about German preparations. I suppose the Roman historians never really knew too much about those details.”
“I have no idea what influence MC 3 could have had so far,” said Jane. “If he can’t speak German, which is probable, he might not have had much at all. But if he displayed any robotic abilities that the Germans considered more than human…” She shrugged. “Anything could have happened.”
“That’s true,” said Gene. “The Germans might have associated him in some way with their folk religion if he showed them any special abilities.”
“I understand,” said Hunter. “In the cases of both the Romans and the Germans, nothing critically important appears to have happened yet. The danger is that a small event or two will snowball.”
“What do you think we should do?” Jane asked.
“I shall start by talking to Marcus,” said Hunter. “Where is he?”
Jane looked around. “He was here just a minute ago-there.” She pointed. “He’s talking to some people.”
“Thank you.” Hunter saw Marcus talking to two other Roman officers. He approached them slowly, not wanting to appear to interfere.
“I’m only asking you to think about it,” Marcus was saying to the other officers.
“It’s this weather I’m worried about,” one of them responded. “All we need is a mudslide or something on these horrible barbaric roads.”
“After all,” said the other. “You’re the governor’s aide, Marcus. If you can’t convince him, I don’t see how the rest of us can.”
“Maybe if we all spoke to him, in a formal meeting-” Marcus started.
“Sorry;” said one of the other officers. “I have no wish to risk my career on predicting the behavior of these savages.”
“I would watch my tongue if I were you,” said the other. “You don’t want to make the governor doubt your judgment in the future.”
The other two officers walked away. Marcus sighed and looked around. Hunter hurried up to him.
“Good evening, Tribune.”
“Ah, Hunter. I wish it was. I’m glad to see you are well, however.”
“I could not help but overhear part of your conversation,” said Hunter. “I know that Roman army matters are none of my business, as a traveling trader, but would you like to talk, just between friends?”
“I could use a friend right now,” Marcus said grimly. Then he grinned wryly. “No, that’s too strong. Governor Varus has been a good mentor. But he just can’t see what’s right in front of him.”
“Jane and Gene told me you had a clash with the Germans today. You feel more is to come?”
“I’m certain of it.”
“Have they skirmished like this with you before?” Hunter asked. “You Romans, I mean.”
“No, not recently. Not since Prince Arminius and the Cherusci tribe were given status with the Empire. That was before I received my assignment here.”
Hunter nodded, trying to convey concern. “Would you have ridden out today, if Jane and Gene had not enlisted your help in their own search?”
“No, I don’t think so. But I was glad to do it. Don’t make any mistake about that.”
“You have been very kind.” Hunter considered what little information he had. Knowing that he could make no more than a poorly educated guess, he estimated that so far, Marcus and the Germans had engaged in no more than a minor historical change. He simply had to stop the damage right away.
“It’s nothing, Hunter. Besides, if I hadn’t taken them out today, I would never have received further evidence of German hostility.”
“What casualties were sustained? On either side?”
“None for us, except for a few scratches and bruises. I think we made a better showing against them, but they carried their wounded away.”
“So perhaps no retaliation is really called for. You already got the best of them.”
“Well…I guess you could look at it that way.” Marcus grinned, finally.
“Tribune,. I shall tell my party that we shall not interfere with you any further. Your army duties must come first. I feel that we are entirely to blame for disrupting your normal routine. Please accept my apologies.”
“Not at all, Hunter. I was glad to help. But I will respect your wishes, of course.”
“I do not want to disturb you further,” said Hunter. “I shall rejoin Jane and Gene.”
“As you wish. You will all be my guests for dinner, of course.” Marcus nodded and walked away.
Hunter returned to Jane and Gene, who were standing near the governor’s tent.
“What do you think?” Jane asked. “Have we really made a bad mistake?”
“I told him we shall not interfere with army routine again,” said Hunter. “If the German ambush of this army takes place as it should, then we have not caused irreparable harm to the sequence of events.”
“What do you want us to do now?” Gene asked.
“I want to reunite the team,” said Hunter quietly, looking around to make sure none of the Romans was close enough to listen. “However, attempting to bring Steve here tonight does not seem wise.”
“Do you want us to go with you?” Jane tugged her cloak tighter around her. “We’ve had a long day, but if we have to go, then we have to go.”
“No. I don’t want to take you two away from the safety of the Roman camp for tonight.”
“Are you going to go after him yourself?” Gene asked. “That means we split up again.”
“Unwise, also, I think,” said Hunter. “I cannot reunite the team by shuttling back and forth between you two and Steve. I shall spend the night here.”
“Are you going to explain to him what’s going on?” Jane looked out across the darkening forest. “Maybe we could make plans to meet tomorrow.”
“No. Since Steve no longer has a communicator pin, calling him is not possible.”
“Then our plan of action begins tomorrow,” said Gene.