Killer by David Drake, Karl Edward Wagner

Killer David Drake Karl Edward Wagner

Killer David Drake Karl Edward Wagner

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

EPIGRAPH

The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,

And the flesh’d soldier, rough and hard of heart.

In liberty of bloody hand shall range

With conscience wide as hell. . . .

William Shakespeare, Henry V

Rain was again trickling from the greyness overhead, and the damp reek of the animals hung on the misty droplets. A hyena wailed miserably, longing for the dry plains it would never see again. Lycon listened without pity. Let it bark its lungs out here in Portus, at the Tiber’s mouth, or die later in the amphitheater at Rome. He remembered the Ethiopian girl who had lived three days after a hyena had dragged her down. It would have been far better had the beast not been driven off before it had finished disemboweling her.

“Wish the rain would stop,” complained Vonones. The Armenian dealer’s plump face was gloomy. “A lot of these are going to die otherwise, and I’ll be caught in the middle. In Rome they only pay me for live delivery, but I have to pay you regardless.”

“Which is why I’m a hunter and you’re a dealer,” chided Lycon without overmuch sympathy. “Well, it won’t ruin you,” he reassured the dealer. “Not at the prices you pay. You can replace the entire lot for a fifth of what they’ll bring in Rome.”

The tiger whose angry cough had been cutting through the general racket thundered forth a full-throated roar. Lycon and the Armenian heard his heavy body crash against the bars of his cage. Vonones nodded toward the sound. “There’s one I can’t replace.”

“What? The tiger?” Lycon seemed surprised. “I’ll grant you he’s the biggest I’ve ever captured, but I brought back two others with him that are near as fine.”

“No, not the tiger.” Vonones pointed. “I meant the thing he’s snarling at. Come on, I’ll show you. Maybe you’ll know what it is.”

Vonones put on his broad felt hat and snugged up his cloak against the drizzle. Lycon followed, not really noticing the rain that beaded his close-cut black hair. He had been a mercenary scout in his youth, before he had sickened of butchering Rome’s barbarian enemies and turned instead to hunting animals for her arenas. A score of years in the field had left the beastcatcher as calloused to the weather as to all else.

For the beasts themselves he felt only professional concern, no more. As they passed a wooden cage with a dozen maned baboons, he scowled and halted the dealer. “I’d get them into a metal cage, if I were you. They’ll chew through the lashings of that one, and you’ll have hell catching them again.”

“Overflow,” the Armenian told him vexedly. “Had to put them there. It’s all the cages I’ve got, with your load and then this mixed shipment from Tipasa getting here at the same time. Don’t worry. They move tomorrow when we sort things out for the haul to Rome.”

Beasts snarled and lunged as the men threaded through the maze of cages. Most of the animals were smeared with filth, their coats worn and dull where they showed through the muck. A leopard pining in a corner of its cage reminded Lycon of a cat he once had force-fed—a magnificent mottled-brown beast that he had purchased half-starved from a village of gap-toothed savages in the uplands of India. He needed four of his men to pin it down while he rammed chunks of raw flesh down its throat with a stake. That lithe killer was now the Empress’ plaything, and her slavegirls fed it tit-bits from silver plates.

“There it is,” Vonones announced, pointing to a squat cage of iron. The creature stared back, ignoring the furious efforts of the tiger alongside to slash his paw across the space that separated their cages.

“You’ve got some sort of wild man!” Lycon blurted with first glance.

“Nonsense!” Vonones snorted. “Look at the tiny scales, those talons! There may be a race somewhere with blue skin, but this thing’s no more human than a mandrill is. The Numidians called it a lizard-ape in their tongue—a sauropithecus.”

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