The Medic’s voice could be heard. Though his words were unclear, they did not appear to be his usual singsong about clearing and entering the cubicles. Over that and the shuffling murmur of men moving came repeated clangs from the device that warned someone was trying to carry metal into the vessel proper.
That happened after every battle, but the present frequency was many times greater than the usual number of accidents. Even the stupidest legionaries had long since learned that they could not sneak aboard with a knife or gold coins.
“What the fuck’s going on?” Clodius Afer asked with his eyes narrowed by a frown. He leaned his shield — battered beyond conceivable salvage, but brought back because that was part of duty in the veteran’s mind — against the wall and began stacking the rest of his equipment beside it. The amount of gear already deposited proved that, as the three expected, most of their fellows had already processed through.
“Maybe they’ve got a faster Medic,” Niger suggested without particular interest. “Or maybe, you know, more booths.” He touched his lips with a finger, this time as a delicate probe of his own injury.
“Maybe,” said Vibulenus as he led the way down the aisle. His body was mottled with blood and bruises now that his clothes and armor no longer hid the price he had paid for the knob of high ground. “And maybe things have come a little unravelled, what with the Commander down. He was brand new, so I don’t guess the guild has a replacement ready.”
There were three bodyguards at the head of the moving column. Their armor was stained with gray dust pounded from the gravelly soil, and the calf and knee of one suit had bright scars showing that warriors had hacked at it.
The iron-clad toads were no less stolid than before . . . but the tribune could not look at them without remembering their fellows crumpled with feather-pointed native spears catching sun at each interstice of the armor. He smiled, though part of him objected that the toads were only dumb animals, not humans whose self-satisfied arrogance would have been worthy of his anger.
‘Didn’t really mind seein’ ’em croak,” said Clodius Afer, echoing the thought from a half step behind Vibulenus. ‘That’s what frogs ‘re supposed to do, right?”
Both centurions laughed, and Vibulenus joined them.
“Move on through,” said the Medic. “No, not the booth, cargo —” a legionary had started to tramp from habit into a cubicle “—straight on to the gal —”
The alarm chimed.
One of the toad-things blocked the side passage with his mace. The studded head of the weapon had been used in earnest recently enough that not all the residues had dried.
“Pollux!” shouted a soldier with no tunic but a cloth-wrapped bundle in his arms. “This isn’t —”
One of his companions pulled him back and pointed to his feet. In the legionary’s haste and disorientation, he had forgotten to take off his boots with their S-pattern of iron hobnails. That — and that sort of confused error — explained why the alarm kept ringing.
“There’s a special address by the Commander,” said the Medic by rote. His face, his tone did not seem bored. Rather, the blue-suited guild employee was abstracted and very possibly frightened. “Move on through, straight into the gallery.”
“Well, if that isn’t. . . .” Niger muttered angrily. “Don’t mind tellin’ you, I was lookin’ forward t’ something being done for this lip.”
The three men stepped around the legionary stripping off his boots while his friend held the bundled loot. Vibulenus and his companions had left all their garments at the other end of the hall, but Clodius held his bull-roarer and his fellow carried the knapsack of — be generous: honey — by its straps.
The centurions intended to leave the objects near the cubicles and carry them into the ship when they were through with the Sick Bay. Now, brazenly, they carried their gleanings past the bodyguards who did not know to care, and the Medic who knew not to speak.
“I wouldn’t have thought they could fix him up so quickly,” Vibulenus muttered to himself, “the Commander. Not that the wounds were so extensive. . . .”