Gracilis’s eyes appeared above the wall of writing tablets. Nisus twisted round on his stool. Neither had heard anything. “I want to know straightaway if you do,” Ruso told them, aware that he had been asking the same sort of question about Candidus just now. Gracilis must be wondering what sort of outfit he had joined. “If anybody wants me, I’m going to see Fabius.”
As he was about to leave, Gracilis said, “We were sorry to hear the news from your wife, sir.”
“Yes,” said Ruso, surprised that Tilla had told these two strangers about Branan before she spoke to him. It showed just how desperate she was. “It’s very worrying.”
Chapter 28
“You can be the one to tell him,” Ruso told his wife as they approached the little building that served as the fort HQ.
“Me?”
“You’re a native. He’ll be frightened of you.”
Passing the guard, Ruso was surprised to hear, “Sorry about your father, sir.”
He stopped. “My father?”
“It is a great shock,” said Tilla, seizing him by the arm and moving him on.
When they were in the cramped entrance hall waiting for Fabius, he hissed, “What about my father?”
“I had to get in here to tell you about Branan. His family are desperate. Imagine if it is our son.”
It was bad enough to have no son—impossible to make the next leap, and to imagine the pain of losing one. Instead he said, “What’s this got to do with my father?”
“I said to the guards, ‘I have to see the Medicus. I have bad news. His father is dead.’ ”
He slumped back against the wall as understanding dawned. Mercifully, no one here was likely to know that his father had died before he and Tilla had even met.
“I did not lie to them,” she insisted.
“Oh. Well, that makes everything fine, then.”
“Yes,” she said. “That is what I think too.”
Fabius looked alarmed when he was told that there was another missing person and that a soldier was to blame, but Tilla gave him no time to feel sorry for himself. “I am thinking, sir, that this is a good chance for you to be a friend to the local people.”
“A friend?” He looked incredulous. “They are accusing one of our men—”
“That is why they will thank you for making a search,” she said, interrupting, “just as you did for your own man who is missing.”
Fabius glanced at Ruso as if hoping he would get his wife under control. Ruso remained impassive.
Fabius said, “We get malicious rumors all the time. How do we know this isn’t another one?”
“I know the family, sir,” Tilla assured him. “And I have spoken to the boy who saw it happen.”
Again Fabius looked to his fellow officer. “If your wife has been implicated in this alleged kidnapping, Ruso, she has a good reason to shift the blame onto my men.”
“My wife doesn’t lie.” Too late, he remembered how she had got past the guards.
Tilla straightened her shoulders. “I am here to find the missing boy, sir.”
Fabius rubbed the side of his nose. “This so-called soldier was probably some native dressed up, wanting to cause trouble.”
“The witness saw a man from this legion, sir,” she insisted. “Not a centurion, just an ordinary soldier. If he was a local man, the boys would know him and know it was some sort of trick.”
Fabius sighed and muttered, “Why me?” as if he were the one in trouble.
From somewhere outside, Ruso thought he could hear shouting.
“If you send messages to the other forts, sir,” said Tilla, “and ask them to question their men and make a search of their buildings and land, and stop all vehicles on the road and look inside, the local people will think you are on their side.”
“Why would I want to—”
“Otherwise they will be wanting to come in and search themselves. I am thinking you will say no, which is your right, and then there will be complaints to the tribune and the legate and—”
“I know what will happen,” Fabius groaned. “One thing the natives are very good at is complaining.”
Someone was knocking on the door. “We do not want another Regulus,” put in Tilla, who had no way of knowing that she had already frightened him with the threat of a fresh reprimand from the tribune.
The new arrival brought a message to say there were angry natives gathering outside the south gate, and all the gates had now been barred. Two natives were demanding to speak to the commanding officer. “They say they’re the boy’s family, sir.”
“They’ll find a more senior officer over at camp.”