N’Sumu resettled himself in Vonones’ chair, then added: “The next time there’s a screw-up, I’ll feed you both to Lacerta. Understood?”
“I’m certain there will be no further difficulties,” said Vonones with practiced urbanity. Inwardly the merchant was furious with the Egyptian’s casual assumption of his office. “I’m sure Lycon and I have the situation well in hand.” He hoped that was so.
“Just hold it!” snapped Lycon, reacting as Vonones had feared he would. “What’s this about a screw-up!”
It had been past dawn by the time they had made their way back to Vonones’ compound to regroup from the debacle at Mephibaal’s loft. N’Sumu had ridden with Lacerta to the palace to settle matters with Domitian. Vonones had paid out the thousand sesterces to Silvius, indicating to the Watch Centurion that discretion regarding the night’s events might earn a bonus. Lycon had pitched himself onto a couch and slept as if dead, too exhausted to see to his injuries. When Vonones had awakened the hunter upon N’Sumu’s return from the palace, Lycon was in too much pain to care particularly whether the Egyptian had managed to placate the Emperor or not.
Now Lycon was a scorched and tattered spectre smeared with filth and dried blood. His mood was considerably worse than was his physical appearance.
“We didn’t screw things up!” Lycon snarled. “You were the one who gave the order to go after the lizard-ape by night. You are supposed to be the master sauropithecus hunter—you should have known that the damned thing would likely be away from its lair and hunting at night.”
“Of course I was fully aware of all that,” N’Sumu responded. “But my decision was to capture the sauropithecus before it changed its lair. I had no idea that the creature had already begun to produce a brood.”
“Then don’t forget that we did a damn good night’s work in wiping out all traces of that brood,” Lycon persisted. “Our lord and god may wish to have a lizard-ape or two for his entertainment in the Amphitheater, but not even Domitian would long be amused by the spectacle of a hundred of the murderous killers on the loose here in Rome.”
Vonones chose this moment to interrupt. Any distraction might help to forestall a fight between the other two. While Lycon might be reckless of the fact that N’Sumu held their lives in his hand, Vonones had not forgotten.
“There in the loft,” Vonones broke in. “Just what was that we saw . . . with Smiler?”
N’Sumu regarded him blankly for a moment, then chose his words. “The sauropithecus is somewhat akin to a species of wasp, in that the female lays her eggs within the living body of a helpless host. You understand, the region of Africa in which the sauropitheci dwell is so abounding with other dangerous predators that any normal sort of nest would surely be destroyed. Often I have seen elephants whose bodies have been infested with the larvae of the sauropithecus.”
“Certainly, there are always new wonders to come forth from Africa,” temporized Vonones, praying that the beastcatcher had mastered his anger. “Is it true, as has been written, that in a certain region of the interior there lives a race of men whose heads are in the center of their bodies?”
“This is certainly true,” said N’Sumu. “Many times have I hunted in their lands.”
“And is there also a race of men who can hurl lightning bolts from their hands?” demanded Lycon. No sooner had he spoken than he began to regret his audacity.
N’Sumu considered the two men impassively, and Lycon had faced death too often not to recognize that he again faced death in this moment.
“There are many secrets known to the priests of Egypt,” said N’Sumu finally. “It may be even that some of the secrets of the gods are known to certain ones among us. It would be well for you if such powers remain a secret. I suggest that you both forget whatever you think you might have seen last night.”
“And are you priest now as well as hunter, Egyptian?” wondered Lycon boldly. Vonones shot him a pleading glance.
“And who are you to inquire of me, man!” sneered N’Sumu. It was time to put an end to dangerous lines of thought. “I am master here! At my whim, you and your household are fodder for the arena! Remember that! I won’t remind you again.”