After that first startled impression, Lycon had to agree. The thing seemed far less human than any large ape, which it somewhat resembled. Probably those hairless limbs had made him think it was a man—that and the aura of malign intelligence its stare conveyed. But the collector had never seen anything like it, not in twenty years of professional hunting along the fringes of the known world.
Lizard-ape, or sauropithecus to render the word into Latin, seemed as good a name as any for the beast. Lycon could not even decide whether it was mammal or reptile, nor even guess its sex. It was scaled and exuded an acrid reptilian scent, but its movements and poise were feline. Ape-like, it walked erect in a forward crouch, and its long forelimbs seemed adapted for gripping and climbing. It would be about man-height if it straightened fully, and Lycon estimated its lean weight close to that of a big leopard. Its face was cat-like, low-browed and triangular of jaw. A wedge-shaped, earless skull thrust forward upon a snaky neck, and it had no more nostrils than a lizard did. Its eyes looked straight forward with human intensity, but were slit-pupiled and showed a swift nictitating membrane.
“This came from the Aures Mountains?” Lycon questioned wonderingly.
“It did. There was a big lot of gazelles and elephants that one of my agents jobbed from the Numidians. This thing came with them, and all I know about it is what Dama wrote me when he sent the shipment: that a band of Numidians saw a hilltop explode and found this animal when they went to see what had happened.”
“A hilltop exploded!”
The dealer shrugged. “That’s all he wrote.”
Lycon studied the cage in silence.
“Why did you weld the cage shut instead of putting a chain and lock on it?”
“That’s the way it came,” Vonones explained. “I’ll have to knock the door loose and put a proper lock on it before sending it off tomorrow, or those idiots at Rome will wreck a good cage trying to smash it open, and never a denarius for the damage. I guess the Numidians just didn’t have a lock—I’m a little surprised they even had an iron cage.”
Lycon frowned, uncomfortable at the way the beast stared back at him. “It’s its eyes,” he reflected. “I wish all my crew looked that bright.”
“Or mine,” Vonones agreed readily. “Oh, I make no doubt it’s more cunning than any brute should be, but it’s scarcely human. Can you see those claws? They’re curled back in its palms now, but—there!”
The lizard-ape made a stretching motion, opening its paws—or were they hands? Bones stood out—slim, but like the limbs themselves hinting at adamantine hardness. The crystalline claws extended maybe a couple of inches, so sharp that their points seemed to fade into the air. No wild creature should have claws so delicately kept. The beast’s lips twitched a needle-toothed grin.
“Fortune!” Lycon muttered, looking away. There was a glint of bloodlust in those eyes, something beyond natural savagery. Lycon remembered a centurion whose eyes had held that look—an unassuming little man who once had killed over a hundred women and children during a raid on a German village.
“What are they going to pit this thing against?” he asked suddenly.
Vonones shrugged. “Can’t be sure. The buyer didn’t say much except that he didn’t like the thing’s looks.”
“Can you blame him?”
“So? He’s supposed to be running a beast show, not a beauty contest. If he wants pretty things, I should bring him gazelles. For the arena, I told him, this thing is perfect—a real novelty. But the ass says he doesn’t like the idea of keeping it around until the show, and I have to cut my price to nothing to get him to take it. Think of it!”
“What’s the matter?” Lycon gibed. “Don’t tell me that you so dislike its looks that you’ll unload it at a sacrifice!”
“Hardly!” the dealer protested, defending his business acumen. “Animals are animals, and business is business. But I’ve got a hundred other beasts here right now, and they don’t like the thing. Look at this tiger. All day, all night he’s trying to get at it—even broke a tooth on the bars! Must be its scent, because all the animals hate it. No, I have to get this thing out of my compound.”