“All right,” Lycon said grimly. “What else do you think it means?”
“I don’t . . .” Vonones began, not liking the conclusion he had reached. “I don’t see any reason to assume the beast went into the river at all. Lycon, on the tiller—I saw that you noticed it too—there were fresh notches cut into the wood. I don’t believe it was from the helmsman whittling at the tiller with a knife just before he was killed. And I don’t think you believe that either.”
Lycon spoke, but he spoke so softly that Vonones could not hear him. A great derrick lay halfway across the street ahead. Its axle squealed as men paced within the winding cage, providing power to raise a twenty-foot beam to the building crew awaiting it on the third floor of an apartment under construction.
Instead of trying to force his way around the obstruction, Vonones reined in and dismounted. He put his arm around Lycon’s shoulders and bent his ear to the other’s voice.
“I said,” repeated the hunter with finality, “that if the sauropithecus is still alive, we’ve got to get it, and quickly. I’ve seen it kill, my friend. If it was smart enough to steer a barge up the Tiber, then it’s too dangerous to be alive, that’s all.”
“Too dangerous to be loose, at any rate,” said the merchant.
“I mean exactly what I said, Vonones,” Lycon shouted, more loudly than Vonones thought prudent. “I hope we find it dead. I really do. Because no matter what, it’s going to be dead the next time I leave it. I’m not turning it over alive to anybody.” His voice dropped to a whisper that Vonones understood only because he knew what the words would be even before they were spoken: “Especially not to our lord and god, the Emperor.”
Vonones pulled himself onto his mount again, lifting his weight with one hand on either of the pair of forward pommels on his saddle. Under normal circumstances, a slave would have given him a leg-up, but he would not ask a friend for that service.
“We’ll see when the time comes,” Vonones agreed cautiously. “We’ll see when we’ve actually found the sauropithecus.”
Chapter Eight
The imperial lodge east of Rome was not itself very large, but its grounds enclosed over a thousand acres of the Alban Hills. The Emperor was at his leisure in a clearing within sight of the main house. There were over a hundred men around him: guards, slaves, and a half dozen of his closest advisors.
“Loose!” the Emperor called.
A slave opened a basket and gave it an underarm swing that tossed the pigeon within airborne in the right direction. One of the bird’s flight feathers on either wing had been clipped. That slowed its rise, but it also gave the bird a deceptive stagger through the air. Domitian drew his bow and tracked the pigeon’s flight against the arrowhead. When he shot, the bird was almost twenty yards out. The release was part of the same smooth motion with which the Emperor had drawn the bow. The arrow’s flat arc flicked it across the pigeon and past. The bird fell in two pieces, the head and the remainder.
Onlookers cheered wildly. The boy who was sprinting to pick up the arrow well down-range began to turn cartwheels. A microcephalic dwarf in a saffron tunic waddled up to Domitian and hugged his knee. The Emperor reached down and caressed the dwarf’s head.
“What do you think of Glabrio for Upper Germany, Crispinus?” the Emperor asked, as he handed his bow to a slave to have another arrow nocked.
Crispinus, a greying man with a wizened face and eyes like a shark’s, shrugged. “I think he’s trustworthy, lord and god. I just don’t think he’s bright enough to tell dung from mincemeat.”
“With four legions under him, I think we’ll go with trustworthy,” Domitian remarked languidly, as he reached for his bow.
A party of men, half a dozen of them, was coming from the lodge. That was unexpected. The six guards closest to the Emperor stood in an arc at his back, facing outward. They already held swords naked in their hands, but they stiffened to lift their armored heads a half-inch higher, like cats sighting prey. The outlying curtain of guards straightened also, but the newcomer, whoever he was, was being escorted by household staff members in normal fashion.