"Time we got moving again," the agent said aloud. "According to the itinerary, there's an inn some five miles farther on."
"It may be abandoned," the centurion suggested. "Cleiton said there isn't any traffic past the gorge any more."
"There'll be somebody there to serve us," Perennius said unconcernedly, "or we'll make do with what they left behind." The agent began to stand. He used his hands in the chinks of the wall behind him to support his weight until he was willing to ease it back onto his legs. The spear wound was warm to the touch, but it seemed to have caused less swelling than even a bruise usually would. Again he wondered whether Calvus could influence muscles as well as minds.
"And tonight," the agent went on, "we'll talk about what we're going to do when we get there. When we get to Typhon's Cavern."
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
"Well, there's somebody home," Perennius commented as he watched the thread of smoke. Because the inn was half-way down the slope to the ford, the party had a view of the stables within the far sidewall of the courtyard. There were no immediate signs of activity there, but three of the stable doors were closed as if they were occupied. The smoke was from a flue of the vaulted common room to the rear. The structure could easily sleep a hundred men on straw pallets, but the evidence of the single fire suggested the handful whose beasts might be in the stable.
"Part of the estate," Sestius said. There was a low tower on one corner of the common room. The bath and the gatehouse, on opposite sides of the gate in the front wall, looked as if they were adapted for defense also. The centurion added morosely, "They may have got a caretaker to stay on when Kamilides and his crew lit out."
Gaius had bent to tie his donkey's reins to a bush. He straightened with a puzzled expression. There was a piece of bone in his hand. "Aulus, look at this," he said, stepping closer to the older man.
Perennius glanced at the bone. "Part of an ox thigh," he remarked. "What about it?"
"Camel, I'd guess," said Sestius, peering at the courier's find. "Ox would be - "
Gaius ignored the technical discussion. "Not what it is, but look at it," he said. "Here, at the break."
The thigh had been worried by dogs or jackals, then nibbled by rodents who had hollowed out the narrow cavity completely. There was deeper scarring on the dense bone than either of those causes could account for. "Chisels," the agent said with a frown. He rotated the bone. "Somebody cracked it with pointed chisels to get the marrow out." At the broken end, among the jagged points left when the bone snapped, were cleanly-sheared surfaces reaching over an inch into the bone from either side.
Sabellia had noticed something which the men had not. As they talked, the Gallic woman picked up an object a foot or two from where the thigh-bone had lain. Perennius glanced over at her and saw what she held. He swore softly.
"Here," she said, handing the object to the agent. "I think it'll fit."
The object was a triangular tooth three inches long. Both its cutting edges were lightly serrated. The tooth fit the "chisel marks" in the thigh bone perfectly. Perennius tossed the bone away. He handed the tooth back to Sabellia. "I think," he said as he unhitched his donkey's reins, "that I'd as soon be inside walls for a while - " he nodded down toward the inn - "until we learn a little more about what in blazes is going on in these hills."
Perennius clucked to his donkey. The animal obeyed without the usual struggle. The five of them kept close together on the fork leading from the main road to the inn three hundred feet from stream-crossing. They all, even Calvus, spent far more effort watching their general surroundings than they did in watching the road or the inn which spelled safety at the end of that road.
The inn was built around a courtyard. The gatehouse in one front corner doubled as accommodations for the manager and special guests. The common room across the rear was for drovers and others without the wealth or prestige needed for one of the private apartments in the gatehouse. Both sides of the courtyard were lined with stalls which could also be used to store merchandise. The corner tower in the back, and the arrow slits in all four walls, were not merely decoration. The building had been designed with an eye to more than the casual banditry.
As the party neared the inn, Gaius kicked up his donkey
to reach the gates before the others did. Still mounted, the courier pushed at the center of the double leaves. When they did not budge, he began to hammer on them while he shouted, "Gate! Gate, damn you, we want to get inside!"
Nothing happened before the others had joined him. "I don't suppose they're expecting guests, whoever they are," Perennius said dryly. "One of us can go around to the back and try shouting into the common room, I suppose. It'd probably be simpler to shinny over the wall here, though, and - "
The sound that broke over the agent's comments came from back along the road the way they had come. It was not a bugling or a roar in any normal sense. The sound it most reminded Perennius of was that of a cat vomiting. It was a hollow, chugging noise, followed by a horrid rattling. The sound was so loud that, like a waterfall, it provided an ambiance rather than an individual noise.
The inn wall was eight feet high. Perennius' face went blank. "Lucia," he said to the tall woman, "give me a leg up like you did before." It was the first time he had used the feminine form of her assumed name, as if she were a woman of his acquaintance.
As if he were acquainted with her as a woman.
Calvus cupped her hands in a stirrup. "Yes, Aulus," she said. Her donkey brayed and turned in a tight circle when she dropped his reins. Sestius' beast was restive also, though the other three donkeys seemed to be rather calmer than their human owners.
The centurion hammered on the gate with his spear-butt. "Hey!" he shouted. "Herakles! Open the fucking gate, will you?"
Perennius knew this time to expect the lift which the woman gave him when she straightened. The agent swung over and down into the courtyard in a single arc, his right hand pivoting on the top of the wall to swing him past. It might have been smarter to pause for an instant and make sure that the wall was not faced with spikes or sharpened flints. At this juncture, the agent thought he could better afford the injury than the loss of time. He hit the ground upright with his knees flexed against the shock.
There was some motion across the courtyard, but he ignored it as he ran to the heavy bar of the gate. The - call it a roar - was sounding again. It was noticeably louder, even through the thick timbers of the gate.
"Legate! Perennius!" Sestius screamed. Gaius and Sabellia were shouting something too. "Legate!"
Perennius put his shoulder under the bar and used his knees to lift. The bar was of iron-bound oak. It was not really meant to be worked by a single man. In his present state of directedness, the agent could have lifted it with one hand.
The leaves of the door knocked Perennius backward. They were driven by Sabellia's donkey, bolting through the first hint of an opening despite anything the rider could do. Perennius' own donkey and Calvus', the latter streaming the tags of broken reins, slammed in after the Gallic woman. Gaius followed. He was actually controlling the donkey he rode. He had drawn his spatha in his right hand and was looking back over his shoulder.
The dragon that was charging them drew Perennius' stare also. The agent threw his weight against a gate leaf even before Sestius and Calvus had run inside. The mass of the panels meant a delay before even Perennius' strength could start them swinging closed again. That alone was more delay than he liked to think about.
More hands joined Perennius, those of his party and a tall, fair man the agent had never seen before. The leaves slammed against the stop carved in the inner face of the stone lintel. The stranger was screaming in Latin, "The bar! The bar!" It was Perennius who first spun to grip the bar where it had fallen, but Calvus plucked it from his hands and banged it home in the slots. The dragon hit the gate from the other side.