“Your great-uncle?”
“The governor is married to the grandniece of Caesar Augustus,” said Marcus.
“Oh.Um, congratulations.” Jane felt her face grow hot, wondering if she should have known that already.
“He is a fine man,” said Governor Varus. “His confidence in appointing me was a great honor.” He frowned at Jane’s plate. “Is the dinner not to your liking?”
“Oh, no, it’s fine. I’m, uh, just talking too much.” She picked up a piece of meat and bit into it.
“Tomorrow I shall see that you are reunited with your party,” said Governor Varus. “After all, I cannot have you wandering about unescorted in these rugged mountains.”
“Thank you,” said Jane. She wished that Steve would join the conversation, but she did not know exactly what the etiquette was concerning slaves. Earlier in the afternoon, Marcus had made small talk with her over mulled wine and she had been comfortable with him. Still, she remembered how their historian on the Jamaican mission, Rita, had caused a great deal of trouble by befriending a young buccaneer.
“She is also searching for a lost friend,” said Marcus. “I told her that I knew of no one of his description.”
“Oh? And who is your friend?” Governor Varus gestured slightly with one hand, and Demetrius stepped forward with a pitcher to refill his goblet.
“Well, he, um…”
“May I?” Steve asked quietly over her shoulder. “Oh, yes. Please explain.”
“He is called MC 3,” said Steve, with more courtesy in his voice than Jane had ever heard before.
“Eh?” Governor Varus laughed and looked up at Steve. “What kind of a name is that?”
“We don’t know. He is a slave from a far land, touched by the gods.”
“Ah! I see.” Governor Varus sipped his wine. “So he is not likely to find his way in the forest on his own.”
“No, probably not,” said Steve. “But he is very cooperative. And no threat to anyone.”
“And he ran away?”
“No,” said Steve quickly.
“No? Then what happened? You were all on horseback, weren’t you?”
“Well…we lost our mounts.”
“You what?” Governor Varus raised his eyebrows mockingly, and caught Marcus’s eye.
“I needed a private moment,” said Jane. “In the woods. That’s why I dismounted.”
“That’s right,” Steve said quickly. “I dismounted, too, and MC 3 was to hold the horses. He lost them and ran to get them. We never did catch him.”
Governor Varus just shook his head, still smiling. “The poor fool.”
“How did he lose them?” Marcus asked. “Thunder startled them,” said Steve.
“I don’t recall any thunder or lightning today,” said Marcus thoughtfully.
“It was a long way off,” said Steve. “This dreary land, with its foul cold rains.” Governor Varus shook his head. “Not like autumn in Rome, is it, Marcus?”
“No, certainly not, sir. When we crossed the Alps, we left behind the world we knew.”
Jane suppressed a smile. These Romans, unquestioned masters of their world, had no idea just how big the entire planet was. She wished she could tell them, just to take their arrogance down a little.
“You must be careful in searching for your lost slave,” said Marcus.
“The Germans are a simple barbaric people, from what I have seen,” said Governor Varus. “And Drusus, the younger stepson of Caesar, conquered them many years ago. So please do not misunderstand. The danger here is no greater than it would be in your native Gaul.”
“We have only held this province for eighteen years,” said Marcus. “Julius Caesar conquered Gaul a couple of generations before that.”
The governor laughed gently. “Ah, Marcus. These people are barbarians. You expect too much from them.”
“I’m only suggesting caution,” said Marcus stiffly.
“Fair enough, my young friend. Perhaps you should be the one, then, to accompany our guest tomorrow.” Governor Varus turned to Jane. “As my personal aide, his duties are at my whim. He will see to your needs tomorrow.”
“That is very kind of you,” said Jane.
“I fear we are not prepared to provide accommodations for a lady,” said Governor Varus. “Marcus, what do you suggest?”
“She may have my tent,” said Marcus. “My tentmates and I will join the troops.”
“Very well,” said Governor Varus. “Send your tentmates to the troops; they are regular officers anyway. But you will move your cot to my tent. My aide should not be bunking with common troops.” He looked at Jane again. “I am sorry we have nothing better.”
“Thank you, Governor,” said Jane. “That is more than generous.” She thought the conversation had ended when she felt Steve surreptitiously kick the back of her stool. Quickly, she tried to remember what she had left out.
When Marcus and Governor Varus turned their attention back to their meals, Steve poked her in the back with a stiff finger. She flinched, and reviewed the conversation she had just had. They had accommodations for the night, plans for tomorrow, and the friendship of the Roman command.
He jabbed her again.
They had food, clothing, shelter…It was food. Suppressing an embarrassed smile, she looked up at Marcus.
“Is something wrong?” He was puzzled.
“Uh, Steve, my slave, must be very hungry, as well.”
“Demetrius will see to him after he is finished with us,” said Marcus.
Steve let out a barely audible sigh of relief.
At last Wayne saw that the rawhide binding his wrists had worn thin. All day, he had sat at the base of the tree and either pulled on the rawhide or sawed it against the tree trunk. He was weak from hunger and his wrists had been scraped raw by the effort.
Though he was in plain sight of the center of the village, no one seemed to take more than passing notice of him. Certainly no one had bothered to bring him any food. All day, young men had arrived from the woods, and the man called Arminius had spent all his time talking to them.
When Wayne knew that one more hard pull would snap the thongs, he paused to organize his thoughts. He was sure Hunter would have a robot waiting back in the Bohung Institute to apprehend him, but that was better than waiting where he was to freeze or starve. At least a robot could not let any actual harm come to him. Besides, Wayne was very experienced in handling robot logic.
With one more hard yank, he broke the rawhide. The momentum caused him to fall backward on the ground, and he heard a couple of children call out in surprise. Before they could attract anyone else’s attention, however, he fumbled with stiff, cold, half-numb fingers for his belt unit. As small, light footsteps ran toward him, he triggered it.
Hunter tracked MC 3 with Vicinius and Gene through most of the afternoon. He considered attempting radio contact, but that had never accomplished anything with MC 1 or MC 2. If the component robots shut down their receiving ability, such an attempt was worthless, and if they heard him, they were merely warned of his pursuit. This time he decided not to give MC 3 advance notice that he was being followed.