Staring silence. Even her fingers quit tapping the chair.
“What do you want?” she said abruptly.
“Faro. Is Mumius still holding him?”
She turned her head slightly to the left, as if she couldn’t bear it. “My worthless husband is with him. In the study.”
“Where is it?”
“Second door on the right. Down the corridor.”
I turned to go. She murmured after me: “You worried it wasn’t yours?”
I breathed in, out, a little at a time. In and out. Got control of my lungs.
“See these hands, Materna? They deliver babies. They clamp arteries. They sew up the guts of men who don’t know they’re already dead. They’re strong hands. If you were a man, and I was less of one-I’d break your fucking neck.”
I don’t know whether it was my shaking fingers an inch away from her face or the rasp in my voice. She pushed her square head back as far as she could.
My arms dropped, stiff and sore with tension. “I wouldn’t poison myself by touching you.”
I walked down the corridor, catching a glimpse of Secunda, lurking in the shadows. I threw open the door without knocking. Secundus was asleep in a chair while Mumius groggily watched Faro, who was stretched out on a couch, staring at the ceiling.
“Secundus. Mumius.”
Secundus woke up with a start. “Eh? Arcturus! About time you got here. It’s-what, nearly the third hour?”
“I got here as soon as I could. There’s been another murder.”
Secundus blanched. Mumius blinked a few times. Faro kept his eyes fixed upward, but his breaths were coming faster.
“What-who-”
“A priest. Name of Calpurnius.”
The two men showed no recognition. Faro was still watching the ceiling rot.
“Secundus-whose idea was it to invite Faro last night?”
He lowered his eyes. “The wife’s. He’s a friend of the family. My daughter likes him a little too well, but the wife didn’t want to not see him on account of it.”
The necromancer was listening intently.
“When did you decide?”
“It’s been planned for weeks. She’s-she talked about nothing else. Not even been interested in the horses.”
“And whose idea was it to invite us-me and my wife?”
He scratched his head. “You know, I can’t remember. Seems like I thought it up, once I heard who you were.”
Most of Secundus’s ideas would seem like that, nearly all of them would come from Materna’s mouth.
“I’m going to interrogate Faro. Are you staying?”
Secundus turned red. “We-that is to say, I-I think I should. It happened in-in our-in my house … but-but Arcturus-”
“What is it?”
“Did he-did he-break the law?”
I massaged the back of my hand. “He broke my law, Secundus. He hurt my wife. While we were guests in your home. That means he also broke the laws of hospitality.” I stretched my fingers out and flexed them. “Don’t worry. I’m not taking him to court.”
Mumius and Secundus looked at each other. Mumius finally spoke. “I guess I’ll stay, too.”
“Whatever you like, but anything this maggot says about my wife doesn’t leave this room.”
I looked up at them and they nodded, fear twisting their faces.
“Neither does anything about the murders. If he talks, you don’t. To anybody.”
They nodded again, fading into the background. The room was small, on the shabby side, with a desk and some rolls of papyrus stuck in cubbyholes. I walked toward the couch, slow and deliberate.
“Faro.”
He gracefully pulled himself to a sitting position in one movement.
“Yes? Oh-you.”
“You know I’ve been here for several minutes.”
He shook his head regretfully. “No, no, I didn’t. I was communing with the Beyond, until it was time for you to talk to me.”
Eyes large, brown, full of warmth. The easy smile of a man who’d always been able to talk his way into or out of anything. Looks helped. Small body, well shaped.
I pulled up a chair and sat in front of him. Leaned forward and stared until his phony quizzical look gave way to nervousness, then finally broke out into a sweaty question.
“What did you want to ask me?”
“How long have you been in Aquae Sulis?”
“Let me see-I’ve been here for a year, on this trip.”
“This trip? You were here before?”
“About four years ago. I travel the different spas. Usually in Gaul or Baiae. I’ve been most places at least once.”
“What brought you back here?”
He leaned back, started to relax a little. Thought maybe I wouldn’t disfigure him after all. “The spirits, of course. There are many spirits in Aquae Sulis, many people who are haunted by them.”
“And who are willing to pay you to talk to them.”
He shrugged. “A man must make his living-”
I moved so quickly he didn’t have time to uncross his legs. My hands were around his neck and his toes were barely brushing the floor.
“You make your living hurting people. Like you did last night.”
Dangled in front of me, still calm, still confident. Didn’t piss on himself. Not yet. Men like Faro thought everyone could be gotten to. Everybody nursed a weakness he could charm, hid a secret he could figure his way around. He reached up to pry my fingers off while his skin burned red and he coughed from the pressure on his windpipe.
“I wasn’t told-set me down, please, so I can talk-I wasn’t told you were unprepared. The world of the dead can be very disturbing.”
I lowered him back to the couch. “Tell me about the world of the dead, Faro. You seem to know a lot about it for a man who gets paid in cash.”
There was a jug of wine on the desk. Faro’s eyes strayed toward it like iron to a magnet. Then I noticed the broken veins around his cheeks and barked out an order to our host.
“Secundus! Get Faro some wine.”
He flinched. “No. No, I do not want any.”
Secundus was sloshing old vinegar into a dirty wooden cup, and handed it over. I held it out in front of me and swished it around. The flat slop odor of sour wine rose, teasing the bastard. He didn’t look the type. Such a pretty boy.
“You sure, Faro? You sure you don’t want some?”
He drew himself up on the couch. “I’m not a lush, if that’s what you’re thinking. I won’t drink slop.”
I smiled and set the cup on the table beside me. “Well, let’s just leave this here until we need it.”
We stared at each other for a few minutes. His eyes drifted toward the wine again.
“You say you weren’t told-that we were-what was it? ‘Unprepared.’ ”
“That’s right. I was paid, told that there would be two couples of particular interest, and-and that was all.”
“Who paid you?”
He nodded his head in the direction of Secundus.
“His wife.”
I smiled. “You must be nice and cozy with the family. You tried to seduce the daughter, isn’t that right?”
Secundus started to sputter from somewhere in the background.
Faro said: “She has a sensitive character.”
“Money under the mattress, too.”
The show face was back. Concerned warmth radiated from his fingertips. He reached out with it, trying to use the charm again.
“You must shed this anger-the spirits don’t like it. Let it go. I can help you.”
I leaned forward. “You know what? I think you can.”
The backhand took him by surprise. He fell against the couch, and I picked him up and threw him into the wall. The thud shook a dusty papyrus from one of the slots, and it rolled open, covered with mathematical figures.
Blood trickled from his lip and his nose. He raised a shaking hand to wipe it off.
I handed him the wine. “Drink it.”
He grabbed it with two hands and gulped. I pulled him up by the arm.
“Who told you about my wife?”
His breath was coming out ragged. I squeezed harder on his upper arm.
“Who?”
He glanced sideways at Secundus and shook his head. He was refusing to answer me. I didn’t mind.