Perennius braced his left leg on the stone doorjamb and gripped the lever with both hands. Nothing moved. The agent's closed eyes sizzled with sheets of violet and magenta. He began to breathe out. The framework and his lever were rigid, and his muscles bunched like the surface of a sheet of water-glass. "By god!" Perennius shouted. Two welds popped like hearts breaking. Calvus slammed her sword through the third and top-most. The vertical bar banged away. With that and the one crossbar gone, there was now a gap through which even Sestius, the bulkiest of the prisoners, could squeeze.
The agent had fallen when the bars gave. Now, panting heavily, he allowed Gaius to help him to his feet again. Perennius felt a mingled pride and embarrassment. He knew that Calvus could have made a surer job of it if he had asked her to. But Perennius had succeeded . . . and it had been important to burn away in action some of the emotions raised by the bloody fight he had just finished.
Sabellia crawled through the opening without being told. Military discipline held back the other men until Perennius said, "Right, but don't go out of this hut." He nodded Calvus through with a rueful smile. She most of all of them must have recognized his doubtful judgment in using the prybar himself. Well, she'd seen him use worse judgment too, in that alley in Rome. Perennius was damned if he knew why she trusted him. . . .
The others were peering through the doorway. They made room for the agent when he joined them. Perennius lay flat and scanned as wide an arc as he could without actually sticking his head outside. The situation was about
as he had expected. They were in one of the huts, differing in no external respect from the others to either side of it. Perennius had not checked the hinges on the iron door, but he suspected that they could be unpinned and the door removed at need. Even a careful search of the village would display nothing more than that the locals were Christians . . . illegal but common, and of no particular concern outside cities where they came into violent conflict with other communities.
From the circular tower of the church came the faint sound of singing. The door might open at any moment to a procession that would soon become the head of a hunting party.
Erzites screamed. The sound was so unexpected that Perennius dodged sideways before he even looked to check the cause. As he did so, Sestius struck the villager a second time with the sword.
"Hell and Darkness!" the agent shouted. He leaped up, grappling the centurion from behind and immobilizing the bloody sword. He was too late. Azon's weapon had done its work. Erzites still whimpered and clutched his neck, but there was no disguising the arterial pulses from between his fingers. Perennius shook the bigger man in fury until the sword dropped. "I told him he could live if he helped us!" the agent said as he pushed Sestius away.
"I didn't tell him that," Sestius said. His eyes were on the floor. He was rubbing his wrists.
Perennius swore again and returned to the door. He did not care about Erzites, whose bare heels were now thumping the floor. He cared very much for the principle of keeping faith with agents, however. It always mattered, because you always knew you had played false before; and in the uniquely personal relationship of intelligence principal and agent, more passed between the two than either intended.
So be it. There was other work waiting.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Perennius pointed. He crooked his elbow to keep his hand inside the hut. "Calvus," he said, "do you see the wagon they were loading with hay down there? The half-full one."
"Yes, Aulus Perennius," the woman agreed. It was an ordinary, rugged farm cart with two wheels and a shaft to which a pair of donkeys could be harnessed. A saw-bladed hay knife projected from the stack from which the cart was being filled. The load was presumably intended to feed the draft animals in the stone corral. Work had been broken off when the strangers were announced.
"Can you move it to the church?" the agent asked. The haystack and the building were a quarter mile apart. There was no direct road, and the ground was only nominally level.
"Yes," said Calvus. The simplicity of her answer was disquieting, because it seemed inhuman. It was also the only thing simple about Calvus. . ..
"The hut our gear was stored in should be the third one over," Perennius continued. He gestured with his left thumb. "The rest of you go, take weapons - not armor - and some gold. Run for it till you get to the head of the valley. Don't take animals, that'll cause a stir and they'll slow you down. By the time you get there, you ought to know if it's safe to come back and load up properly. If it isn't, get to the nearest post and report this ... hive. You're on your own from there."
"I'm coming with - " Gaius began.
Perennius jumped to his feet. "You're doing as I damned well say, boy!" he shouted. He shook his fist in the younger man's face. The anger Perennius had banked at Erzites' murder now blazed again from his eyes. "Now, hop!"
The fit passed as if it had never occurred, as so many outbursts had passed in previous years. Some day .. . Perennius handed to Calvus the bar he had used for a lever. He took Azon's sword himself. It was blunt but still bloodily serviceable. Sabellia looked at the agent, then darted through the doorway with the two soldiers behind her.
"Well, noble lady," Perennius said to his companion. "We're either going to create a diversion or do something that should have been done thirty-odd years ago. Let's see which." He paused to take along the oil lamp, still burning, before he led Calvus outside.
The two of them had not quite reached the haycart when Sabellia and the soldiers exited the storage hut. The two men carried spears and belted swords. Sabellia presumably had retrieved the long knife she had brought in preference to weapons whose size made them awkward in her hands. Perennius had half-expected at least one of the men to carry a packload of loot - which would not even make a good monument for them if the pursuit caught up. The woman waved. When Gaius paused behind her, she caught his hand and tugged him back toward the shortest line to the valley's head. The spike outcropping, now vacant, was their towering endpost.
Calvus looked over the cart, then gripped the shaft to lift it. "Wait," the agent said. The hay had an Autumn smell, an undertone called a "green odor" though it was a part of vegetation whether green or a year chopped, the way this hay was. Perennius held the lamp flame under the edge of the hay piled against the rear stakes of the cart. Only when the hay was burning with a popping, smoky flame did the agent dump the slight remnant of olive oil onto the cart. "Let's go," he said, bracing himself against the side of the cart. "We need to jam this into the door of the church."
As at other times, Calvus' initial clumsiness was almost a match for her strength. She more or less got the hang of
pulling the cart after the second time she overbalanced. Both times the cart rocked onto the back of its bed with a crash and a shower of sparks. After a point, the center of gravity shifted when the pole went up. Holding the cart became a matter of weight rather than strength. Calvus could lift the cart level again from behind, despite the flames, but when she raised the pole too high from the front, she could not keep the load from flopping all the way over till it grounded.
Sparks flew harmlessly into the green wheat. They lodged in Perennius' hair and tunic, snapped at his palms like mice when he crushed them out. The smells of hair and of wool burning were similar and similarly nauseating. Perennius had blisters on the back of his neck where the skin had no protection but the sweat that streaked from his scalp in quick runnels. The load of hay was burning faster than he had expected. It had been densely compressed by a year in the stack, but the process of chopping and loading it on the cart had loosened the mass a great deal. Still, it was necessary to have a very good fire going before they reached their goal. They had that. The unconquered Sun could see!