Cluim still looked terrified. Comittus interpreted for him, and the shepherd nodded, but did not seem inclined to come any nearer. Leimanos took the dagger, which he’d thrust in his own belt, and offered it back. After a nervous glance around, Cluim snatched it hastily.
“My lord gave you that,” said Leimanos, “in gratitude for his life. And for his life, which I value above my own, let me add this.” He laid his own dagger at Cluim’s feet.
“And this,” said Banadaspos, taking the gold pin from his coat and putting it beside the dagger.
And the others in the bodyguard, all thirty of them, copied them, each adding something-a ring, a purse full of money, a gold torque taken from a Pictish chieftain-until poor Cluim was shaking his bruised head in bewilderment. He exclaimed loudly in British and pointed to Pervica.
“He says these should belong to his lady,” Comittus translated, then at once abandoned translation and gratitude together. “Deae Matres! Ariantes, I’ve never been so pleased to see anyone in all my life. As soon as you disappeared we realized you were the last man in Britain we could afford to lose. We’ve been going out of our minds with anxiety, and the men back in Cilurnum are ready to riot. We didn’t dare tell the fourth dragon you were missing, and Siyavak has been asking to see you: we had to tell him you’d gone back to the fort. If you’d died so soon after Gatalas, gods help us all! Priscus wanted to sack Gaius Valerius for letting you and Arshak leave Condercum without an escort, and he was cursing your soul to Hades for deciding to go hunting. Don’t worry, he’ll forgive you anything when he sees you alive. But I felt sorry for that poor miserable magistrate.”
“What magistrate?” I asked.
“The one who told the prefect of the First Thracians yesterday evening that a shepherd had reported finding a man in the river the day before, and was he possibly anything to do with us! We’d been turning the road between here and Condercum upside down all day, looking for you. The magistrate couldn’t remember anything about the report, and Priscus practically had him flogged. Fortunately, his clerk had made a record of it. We all set off at full gallop at first light to find you. The men wanted to set out last night, but we weren’t sure of finding the place in the dark. Thank the gods you’re well! The report said you were too weak to stand and very confused in mind.”
I nodded impatiently; I had just remembered that Leimanos should have been at Cilurnum. “Who is in charge at the fort?” I asked.
“Longus and Facilis,” replied Comittus promptly. “I hope there hasn’t been trouble!”
I groaned. “Leimanos!” I exclaimed, switching back to Sarmatian, “Who did you leave in charge?”
“Kasagos, my lord.”
“Kasagos! You know perfectly well that half the men won’t obey him because he’s Roxalanic! What were you thinking of?”
“I’m sorry,” said Leimanos, wretchedly. “I couldn’t endure waiting there, with you perhaps lying dead or injured in the forest, and neither could anyone else in the bodyguard. Our duty is to defend your life or die beside you. We’d rather die than live in the disgrace of having abandoned our lord.”
“We’ll all be disgraced if the dragon has been killing Asturians in the absence of anyone to control them! Give me my horse!”
I went over to Farna and began tightening the girth on her saddle.
“What are you doing?” asked Pervica, speaking for the first time since my men arrived. She turned anxiously to Comittus. “You don’t mean for him to ride to Corstopitum today?”
“Why not?” asked Comittus in surprise.
“Because it’s perfectly true that yesterday afternoon he was too weak to stand and believed that he was lying dead in his tomb. And he had good reason to believe himself dead: when I first saw him, I thought the same. I didn’t pull him back from the grave to see him catapulted into it from a horse’s back.”
I left Farna and came over to her. “Lady Pervica,” I said, “you need not fear that your efforts have been wasted. I can rest on horseback as comfortably as in a bed. And I must return to Cilurnum at once. My men need me.”
“To Cilurnum!” she said, frowning at me. “That’s even worse! It’s farther!” Then she caught her breath. “You’re the prefect at Cilurnum, aren’t you?”
“Not exactly. I am commander of the Sarmatian numerus there. My friend Lucius Javolenus Comittus here ought to be prefect, but is called a liaison officer instead. The titles have been changed because of our… notoriety.”
She didn’t smile. “And… they said you’re a prince? All these men are your subjects?”
“That was how it was when we were in our own country. Here it is different. I ask you to understand, though, why I must leave at once. My brother prince at Condercum died at Roman hands only a few days ago, and my men will have been very alarmed at the news that I was missing. I left Leimanos here, who is commander of my bodyguard, in charge of the rest of my company at the fort. But he believed his first duty was to find me, and has left the rest of the dragon under the command of those whose authority will not master them. I must return at once to reassure them.”
She caught her breath again, angry, astonished, and bewildered. “We can’t possibly accept all the gold your… your men have given us. It’s far too much, and I couldn’t justify keeping it. I don’t want money from you.”
“My bodyguard paid Cluim, and you, the debt they owed to their own honor,” I told her. “They were ashamed because they had been unable to defend me themselves and because they had attacked the one who had done it in their place. I could never correct them in something that concerns their honor: you must keep what they gave you. But for my own part, I know only too well that I have given you nothing but thanks.” I took her hand. “And those I give you again, with the promise that my life is at your service.” I kissed the hand, pressed it to my forehead, let go of it, and stepped back. She stared at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “May I come back in a few days to talk about the horse?” I asked her.
“Y-yes,” she said. “Yes, if you like-but you shouldn’t ride today!”
I went back to my horse. I slid the stirrups down the leathers and mounted. “Tell Cluim I regret it that Leimanos struck him,” I said, unfastening the lead rein from Farna’s bridle. “I will see you in a few days. Lady, good health!”
“You obstinate, arrogant man!” she replied. “I pray the gods give you good health!”
I looked back at her and smiled. Tirgatao used to talk to me like that. I gave the signal for the bodyguard to mount, bowed to Pervica from the saddle, and trotted away from the farm, leaving her standing on the porch and staring after us, a slim gray figure against the whiteness of the snow.
Pervica had been right to doubt whether I was fit to ride any distance. I could rest comfortably on horseback, as I’d said, but I was shivering with the cold before we’d gone a mile. It didn’t help that I’d lost my hat. Comittus noticed and suggested that we go to Corstopitum after all, and said that we were expected there, but I was concerned about the situation at Cilurnum and anxious to return at once. I sent a Latin-speaking bodyguard to Corstopitum instead, to announce that I was safe and would go there the following day as soon as I’d reassured my men. I borrowed the messenger’s helmet to keep my ears warm.
Comittus asked me several times on that ride whether I was really all right, whether I was chilled, whether we shouldn’t stop and rest a bit. I found it exasperating and answered only by asking him questions about other things. In this way I learned that the Sarmatians in Cilurnum were confined to our camp, very sensibly, and the Asturians to the fort; that my weapons and armor, except for my bow case, were in Corstopitum; that Eukairios was still in Corstopitum; that the legate was also still there; that the fourth dragon was also there; that Farna had been found on the road the evening I disappeared, with my spear in its holder, my sword hung from the saddle, and my armor in its pack behind. My bow case was missing. “Arshak told us that you’d both seen a wild boar,” Comittus said, “and had decided to hunt it. He said he lost you and the boar both in the chase. Why didn’t you bring the spear? Those bows of yours are powerful, but I wouldn’t have thought they’re the gear to use on boars. We’d been imagining you lying wounded, gored by the beast, or perhaps eaten by wolves. How did you end up in the river?”