Marilyn Todd - Man Eater
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Shouts told her that the soldiers were splitting up, fanning out. Thinning out… She glanced over her shoulder. Three only in direct pursuit.
‘Fuck!’ A legionary, unfamiliar with the terrain, had tripped on the steps and was rocking himself as he rubbed at his ankle-the way people do, when the sprain is severe. One down, two to go.
Croesus, she was almost upon the labyrinth of sheds. She didn’t know her way well enough to tangle with them. Think, Claudia, think!
One of the soldiers had paused to check his colleague, but the third man was gaining rapidly. Merciful Juno, be praised! Claudia grabbed the hoe leaning against a walnut tree and ducked behind its ample trunk. Wallop! Right in the solar plexus! The running soldier gasped once, then pitched forward on to his face.
Two down, one to go.
At the end of the orchard, she paused under the full light of a brand burning in its bracket on the wall, as though unsure which way to turn. She glanced to the left, then to the right, then to the left, then to the right. Fat lot of use, hoping Junius might suddenly spring to her rescue. Macer would have nabbed him long ago. Taken in for questioning, he would say.
Torture was the word.
For a second time she hesitated under a light, looking in all directions and hopping indecisively on the spot. Her pursuer was close now. But so was the first of the barns. Claudia spun to her left.
Junius was a stubborn cuss, he’d die rather than lie to the Prefect.
Timing her run, she jumped and swung upwards, her skirts barely clearing the branch as the legionary turned the corner. The blood in her temples pounded like thunderclaps, but he failed to connect the significance of a shower of soft, pink petals and Claudia sent a silent prayer of gratitude to Mars for setting brawn above brains for his warriors. The soldier swore loudly and then crashed his way into the first of the sheds. Banging and thumping told her he was searching the building, and she heard him thunder out of the other door. Straddling the smooth, grey bark she thought of Junius, bound in rawhide as one of Macer’s minions applied red hot irons on the soles of his feet…
Kill my bodyguard, she vowed, and I’ll kill you personally.
‘Cut her off!’
‘Get her before she reaches the sheds!’
Claudia timed her fall with the shouts. For the moment they had lost her. Now was the time to turn back, because Macer would not expect something so obvious.
Crouching along the shadows of the east wing, Claudia felt her way towards the south entrance where Macer’s horses were hitched to the posts. Ducking beneath Alis’ window, she heard loud wailing. The wail of a widow. Or was that Alis’ window?
Relief welled up in Claudia’s chest when she saw the horses were not only tethered, they were still saddled up. Dear, sweet Juno, I owe you one.
Third from right, he’s my mount. Can’t be difficult, can it, riding a horse? Just swing yourself up, dig your knees into the animal’s side and hey presto, the wind’s in your hair before you know it. And I’ll grab the reins of the others as I go, they can scatter when we’re clear of the valley.
Sprinting across the yard, Claudia failed to notice another figure.
Too late she heard the crunch of a boot on the cobbles.
‘Not so fast,’ a voice snarled in her ear.
Then the night shattered into a thousand fragments, and everything went black.
XXXI
When Claudia came to, she realized Macer had taken no chances this time. He had tied her up like a despatch rider’s satchel-five hours of joggling would still never loosen the bonds. Claudia paused for breath. Talk about tunnel vision. That pompous, fussy, on-the-take Prefect was like Agrippa’s underground aqueduct-except whereas that was designed to keep litter and scrap out, the Prefect’s tunnel repelled justice, logic and anything resembling an open mind. I’ll have your lungs on a skewer for this.
Lying on her side in the dark, it was difficult to take stock of her surroundings, but Claudia was pretty sure, from the cidery smell, that this was the old fruit store, the one that Pallas had suspected of being damp. Like the others, it would be stone-built, devoid of windows, boast a high, pitched roof, a floor of dry, compacted earth-and just the one door.
Now then, Macer, you blockheaded, imbecilic numbskull of a nincompoop, just what have you tied me to, eh? Writhing and thrashing, twisting and squirming, Claudia could not even sit up. So what was it she was tied so securely by the arms, waist and ankles to? Well, it was heavy, but not solid-a sack? No, sacking would have chafed her back-her back?
For the first time, Claudia realized her tunic was missing, that she was lying in just breast band and thong. Godsdammit, Macer really was taking no chances. Using her skin as a sensor, she began to eliminate the possibilities one by one. All right, we know it’s not a sack. Or (rub, rub) wood or metal or terracotta. It feels like… She jolted in the darkness and felt the blood freeze in her veins. It feels like flesh.
Jupiter, Juno and Mars, I’m tied to a corpse!
She felt a pulse of revulsion. Then another, and another and another. In a surge of nausea, she kicked and writhed, but the ropes held good and Claudia forced herself to subjugate the revulsion. A corpse is just a person who’s stopped breathing. A corpse is just a person who’s stopped breathing. She had no idea how many times she repeated it before some semblance of calm set back in and she began to pray to Fortune that the body wasn’t Junius. And yet, logically, who else could it be? Not Marcus, he was too smart and, dare she say it, too important. She remembered her vow. Kill my bodyguard, and I’ll personally send you to hell.
There was a noise in her ear, not unlike the squeak of a door. A…groan? Junius? Her heart started walloping against her ribs. At her back, she felt the first flutterings of movement as the corpse began to revive. Then it began struggling, then thrashing, then jerking so violently she was forced to tell it, in no uncertain terms, to have a care, there are others involved in this, you know.
‘Claudia?’
‘Orbilio?’ I do not believe this! ‘Did you do this on purpose, for a cheap thrill?’
‘This doesn’t come cheap,’ he laughed, shaking his ankles. ‘I’ll be charging you twenty sesterces at least. Do you know where we are?’
‘The old fruit store, and I won’t pay a quadran over twelve.’ Then she reminded him that, if he pleased, there were other ankles attached to his.
‘Make it eight and you’re on.’ He gave another kick. ‘The rope has a bit of slack in it, can you feel it? If we can just roll from side to side and loosen it-’
Like a landlocked hippopotamus, they wallowed and rolled, rolled and wallowed, momentum gathering all the time.
‘Oooof!’
She heard the air spurt out of his lungs as she landed smack on top of him. ‘Don’t blame me, this was your idea.’
‘Ptth.’ She heard him spit out a mouthful of dirt. ‘Can (wheeze) you (wheeze) wriggle your foot free?’
‘I can see a rope dangling from the rafters.’
‘Could you (rasp) hurry?’
‘We could climb that-’
‘Claudia? Ple-eeze?’
‘-and escape through the roof.’
‘Claudia, move your godsdamned foot!’
‘Don’t shout, I’m only trying to help!’ Her face screwed tight in concentration. ‘Yess!’
Puffing, they rolled on to their sides, Orbilio gasping for air for what she told him was a very selfish amount of time and would he please let her know when he’d finished playing with the dust in his mouth, so they could at least shuffle into a sitting position.
‘If we could find a rough edge,’ he said, oblivious to the verbal spillages, ‘we could saw through these ropes.’
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