“Steve and I met again this morning in the village of Vicinius and Odover,” said Hunter. “But look out. Wayne is here and he tied up Steve for part of last night, till Steve got away.”
“That explains what happened to him. What about MC 3?”
“All we really know is that Wayne did not have him either, as recently as last night. MC 3 is still in the area somewhere.”
“What do you want to do, Hunter? I can’t talk much longer or they’ll worry about me.”
“We should reunite the team,” said Hunter. “We shall move in your direction and try to meet you sometime today.”
Wayne smiled to himself. Hunter was temporarily too distracted even to go after MC 3. He and Ishihara had a good shot at getting him first.
15
Jane rejoined Marcus, Gene, and the cavalry patrol with a cheerful smile and they all rode on. She had not had time to ask Hunter how he felt about the fact that Marcus had ordered the patrol to join them. Of course, she realized that the German rebellion was the major event that had to remain unchanged. This little patrol probably could not prevent that.
Marcus had ordered the decurion, the commanding officer of the patrol, to concentrate on the chore of finding their way. Meanwhile, Marcus had been talking with Jane. Normally, she would have been flattered by his attention, but she was so afraid of saying something she shouldn’t that she did not want to speak.
“I have never been to Gaul,” said Marcus. “Do you like it there?”
“Yes,” said Jane. “What’s it like?”
“Well…” She tried to remember what she could about the climate, but she had only visited France for a short time. “The south of Gaul is very warm.”
“Along the Mediterranean, yes, it would be. Much like the Italian coast, I expect.” Marcus looked up at the gray sky. “The drizzle should start again any time, I suppose. I wish we had the climate of the southern coast here.” He grinned at her. “ A lady like yourself should not have to suffer through this constant cold and dampness.”
Jane smiled politely but said nothing.
“I hear Gaul has few towns, as we Romans would know them, except for the ones we built.”
Jane glanced uncomfortably at Gene.
“That’s true,” said Gene. “Gaul is not too unlike Germany, except for Roman influence.”
Marcus nodded politely, but turned to Jane again. “What sort of family do you come from? Do you have many brothers and sisters?”
“I’m one of nine,” Jane said truthfully. “Five brothers and three sisters.”
“Ah! No deaths in childbirth? And you have all lived to adulthood?”
“That’s right.” She suppressed a smile of amusement.
“You come from strong, healthy stock.” He grinned at her in obvious approval.
“Yes, I guess so.” She was tempted to reciprocate by asking him about his own family, but she decided against it. Marcus clearly liked her, and she could not encourage his friendship without risking a change in his behavior toward his duties.
“So tell me,” said Marcus. “Do you come from a town in Gaul? Or a small tribal village?”
“I’m from a town,” said Jane.
“Was your father a trader, also?”
“Oh, no.”
“Tribune,” Gene interrupted. “We’ve been riding over half a day. I thought we probably would have seen some German warriors by now.”
“Yes, where are they?” Jane glanced at Gene gratefully. He apparently understood her predicament and was still trying to distract Marcus for her.
“I am sure they have seen us,” said Marcus. “Our horses make enough noise to give them plenty of warning, especially in these numbers.”
“Why haven’t they come out to speak to us?” Jane asked, to prevent him from turning the talk to her again.
“They don’t want to reveal themselves because today we have too many armed men with us.”
“Wait a minute,” said Jane, trying to sound as naive as she could. “You mean they’ve been watching us in secret?”
“Indeed they have.”
“How do you know?”
Marcus pointed to a flock of birds suddenly fluttering out of the trees into the sky up ahead. “I believe some German scouts are withdrawing ahead of us, simply watching to see what we will do. The birds give them away sometimes.”
“Maybe we’ll join up with Hunter and Steve soon,” said Jane. “Then we can stop troubling you.”
“We should probably go back to Gaul,” said Gene. “And not get in your way.”
“Don’t worry about the Germans today,” said Marcus, with a grim smile. “Whatever the Germans are planning, I believe it is very big, even if Governor Varus won’t listen to me. If the scouts watching us wanted to cause trouble, they would have started already, I think. And we’re ready for them now.”
Jane and Gene exchanged an uncomfortable glance but said nothing more.
They all rode in silence for a while. The cold wind rose again, and the gray clouds above them darkened. Drizzle began to fall, blowing directly into their faces.
“Perhaps someday I can take you to the coast of Latium, down the Tiber River from Rome,” Marcus said to Jane. “It is so much nicer than this on an autumn day. I would like to show it to you.”
Just as Jane lifted the hood of her cloak and tugged it forward, she heard a chorus of yells from the forest. In the same instant, a Roman bugler behind her sounded an alarm. When she looked around, she saw German warriors leaping and running out of the trees toward them, hurling spears and shooting arrows. She recognized the man in the lead as Julius, who had confronted Marcus the previous day.
Jane yanked her reins to move away. At the same time, the Roman patrol moved up to surround her and Gene. Their shields deflected the volley of spears and arrows. Marcus shouted orders she could not understand in all the other yelling.
She fumbled for her lapel pin and switched it on, knowing that none of the Romans or Germans were paying any attention. Before she could speak, a small figure, dressed in rags, caught her attention in the trees behind the line of Germans. MC 3, who was identical to MC 1 and MC 2, was trying to wrestle a spear away from a much larger German warrior.
“What’s wrong?” Gene yelled. “Doesn’t it work? Do you want me to call Hunter instead?”
“Hunter!” She kept her eyes on MC 3. “It’s Jane! Emergency! Hunter?”
“Yes, Jane.” Hunter’s voice was calm but authoritative. “I am on my way, following your signal. Please explain. And do not disconnect, as I shall need a continuing signal from you in order to find you as quickly as possible.”
Jane’s mount was still prancing in the center of the struggling Romans. Everyone around her was shouting. She yanked on the reins, fighting to keep control. “Our group is being attacked by a bunch of German warriors-”