Even so, sleep took a long time coming. And when she did finally nod off, violent dreams woke her every hour.
By the time sunlight streamed into the room, Margo was exhausted. But her ATLS bag and knife remained in her possession. Her belly rumbled audibly. Later, she told her stomach. First she had to find Malcolm. Margo set out to locate the Aventinus district and quickly realized she hadn’t absorbed nearly enough of Malcolm’s lessons on the layout of Rome. She guessed she was somewhere east of Campus Martius, so she began walking west. That took her into a rat’s maze of “islands,” private houses, and public buildings strewn haphazardly across Rome’s hills.
By midday she was light-headed. and still hadn’t found the Time Tours inn. The high facade of the Circus, so visible from the Aventinus district, was obscured by clusters of temples and great houses of the rich perched on hilltops. She was so hungry she spent some of her precious money on sausage and wine, then set out again.. Hilaria was still in full swing, reminding her all too vividly of Malcolm. What must he be thinking? He’d be frantic by now. What could she possibly tell him to explain, to make this right?
Margo was lost in the worry of what she would say when someone plowed into her, running full tilt. Margo had only a split second to notice the slave’s collar, the chains at his wrists, the ripped clothing and wild eyes … Then she slammed backwards. Margo felt the back of her head connect sickeningly against stone.